Think It`s a Game

[Chorus: Saint Nick]<br>Think it`s a game `til them thangs come out<br>I bang out `til your brains hang out..<br>.. cause you`re fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga<br>Think it`s a game `til them thangs come out<br>I bang out `til your brains hang out..<br>.. cause you`re fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga<br><br>[Beanie Sigel]<br>It was a, full moon in the beginnin of March<br>Bout the end of Winter `74<br>The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women<br>Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac doors<br>Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes<br>You motherfucker y`all ain`t used to no hoes<br>Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches<br>I pimps up, smack my bitches<br>You wanna fuck trick your bitches<br>I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch<br>Plus I keep a gat at arm reach <br>You ain`t no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys?<br>Crack topic, back block it<br>Thirty-one long black top it, you can`t stop it, gat top it<br>Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket<br>Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)<br>It`s not a game, prick<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH<br>Straight gangsta nigga.. yeah<br>They call me, Hov` the hustler, dough doubler<br>Drove customers crazy in the late 80`s, early 90`s<br>Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up<br>Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up<br>Top down, `dro in the air, blowin that stink up<br>It`s seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker<br>Makes me a, mathematician about my math<br>Get celebrity ass, I`m a statistician - rap with precision<br>Nigga, your hoe chose Hov`, that`s rapid division<br>Now divide yourself and slide<br>I, young Vito, voice of the young people<br>Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers<br>Took it where few went, made a few cents<br>Don`t call me Hov` no more, call me _The Blueprint_<br>Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)<br>bought Bentley`s, bought `em back, nigga can you buy that??<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Freeway]<br>Purpose for man - worship Allah, then you die<br>Purpose of my gun - run in yo` shop and take pies<br>Purpose of my son - raise him to do the same<br>Clip blazin it through your brains<br>Strip, use it `til it`s burned out<br>Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out<br>Man it ain`t no lie, it`s real as this four-five<br>And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not<br>Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops<br>where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop<br>Dependin on the dope size, we slide it from (?) size<br>With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we`re both risin<br>They killed your cousin you strapped and you won`t ride and<br>don`t think cause I rap that I won`t (?)<br>Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men<br>Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank<br>Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Lil Chris]<br>It`s C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder<br>Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh<br>Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school<br>Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved<br>Fucked every bad little bitch in the school<br>Good with math but I skipped it in school<br>Ankle to shop but I`m sick with them tools<br>Shit, that`s why I`m kicked out of school<br>Fuck J`s by da locker, come and holla, uhh<br>Out on my own, movin out with the chrome<br>And can`t nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.<br>It ain`t even a business, it`s just the way I<br>get it consistantly, flip it until the day I`m gone<br>Scream beef any day and it`s on<br>The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm<br>And been paid since the day I was born<br>But these lames think it`s a game `til them thangs is drawn, uhh<br><br>[Chorus]