Pre Game

<br>I hold my gun fine ideas be as bright as the sunshine<br>Shook the rap game with just one line<br>When me and my niggaz combine all day you know what<br>Sometimes I run with mad niggaz who done time<br>Hit you with eight from one nine now you showin the vein<br>My shells is like information go in your brain<br>Holdin my slug before you squeeze em show em the love<br>Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove <br>Understand me<br>Before my album dropped copped the Grammy<br>Uncanny<br>Bought my first Rollie from Manny<br>Dirty burners my crew never hand me<br>Nigga we family<br>You not get shot <br>Get caught sniffin like Dexter Manley<br>With at least ten lead spray right paint your skin red<br>Damn we all the shit you can`t be<br>We big time you small time <br>Real small like how an ant be<br>Marcy bust a shot for Metcalf Tito and Danny<br>Peace to the Burrells Cut Wop and Stanley<br>Boom Moet and bow my whole set is wild<br>Pass threats frontin flash singles an ass bent<br>Fuck a bitch you know the drill<br>Cut a check or a suck a dick<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>As a youth explosively clappin off the roof<br>Shootin guard like Kobe <br>Raised up slay spears and bowie<br>Back then Gil was my code Spanish Jose<br>Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me<br>Fast forward no kids six cars and three Rollie`s<br>Two cribs trips to Cuba sippin on Uba<br>Got rap in a stupor first to clap your group up<br>From the Range with the ski rack or six with the roof up<br>Shit I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up<br>New shit y`all say the same shit like you`re looped up<br>Your raps all lazy Jigga the Black Scorcese<br>What your album lack is more Jay-Z<br>Code name Jehovah all praise me<br>Yall don`t paint pictures yall all trace me<br>You`ve yet to see the day when my squad be done<br>I represent that shit nigga Marcy son<br>what