Tha Game
    (专辑: Soul Survivor - 1998)
    
    [Intro:]  NBA Finals 1992 MJ "The Shrug" sample   [Raekwon:]  Wall to wall... that's my word  I 
own approximately... everything you got  The 
verdict... that's right   Yo...  Call me the 
black champion, Guess down, wanna test now  So let's grab the 
mack and vest, bless him if he stressed out  Amazing, blazing Purple Haze spaceships  Blazing asians in Mercedes Benz stations  Yo, moving through the 
tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn  Stabbing an intern, corporate book of words  Iceatollah Motorola's, gun reloaders, broads with rollers  When wet lens stole us, Lex glowers who owe us  Call up Commissionary Gordon, son go warn the 
Warden  That the 
lord is back, rolling with his sword again  Mixtape, masturbation mate, rate plates ice traits  Guns with bitches jumping outta white cakes  It's on for real, indeed, Lex Leonardo  Shells that's hollow, six whipper through the 
52 globe, of horror  Carry the 
stainless steel armor  Nurture the 
church avenue drama, yo, African gold from Ghana  Puffing these marijuanas make Allah catch Alzheimer's  Feeding bread to birds yelling fuck old timers   It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills  Regardless what pah, things won't be the 
same again  I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game, subliminary mills, smash grills night chills  Mic skills baby pah won't be the 
same again   (Check this out, one two)  (Yeah-yeah... this is me, P... no doubt)   [Prodigy:]  Segregate those fake poems  Separate the 
bullshit from the 
authentic  Vintage rhyme division got the 
globe listening  My rap scroll, belittled your goals and visions  Prohibition got my whole block pissing Christians  One-fifty-one Dunn'll have you off balance walking  Don't let your emotions get involved, talking  To the 
wrong culprit, the 
killer be the 
soft spoken  So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the 
moment?  Throw on your two pennies, then you bolting  I 
rock for the 
few chosen, who got their third minds open  Write a 
page that'll engage war and encite fights  Be on the 
look for the 
bright lights and North winds  The 
trumpets be the 
mics, the 
size malevolent  You don't belong in my eyesight, P's a 
powerful soldier  Other life and things won't be the 
same again  It's over!   [Raekwon:]  It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills  Regardless what pah, things won't be the 
same again  I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game   (You're all up in the 
game and don't deserve to be...)   [Ghostface Killah:]  MC Ultra high-brolic bank roll alcohol vulture  Garlic balls dice the 
shield of ocre  Tally ho pitty-pat backgammon pro  Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro  Half a 
face wig sewed together like Manhattan Chase  Looking like snatching the 
place, check behind the 
drapes  Castor Troy laying for Travolta mic gun pump  Laying on the 
floor Clark's bleeding watermelon chunks  Hold up... sprinkle the 
hash, Tony chapstick  Snatch RZA last piece of fish right off the 
glass dish  Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavy hair decks  Lay it down straw hat style, Butterball crown  Time life investments, when broke I 
wrote the 
old testament  Crashed domes now perform excellence  Words with the 
President, brunch with Yeltsin  Gorbachev under Meth's nuts, he out in Belgium  Six and a 
half monkeys, twelve nazis  Four disappear, three eight two one flash to thin air  God's replica no wheel drive motionless mind cresica  Tilt the 
hat like Escher   [Raekwon:]  It's called game, I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game, subliminary mills, smash grills, night chills  Regardless what pah, things won't be the 
same again  I'll get ya life killed, game recognize  Right wills, game slight chills things stay the 
same  Game, subliminary mills, smash grills night chills  Mic skills baby pah won't be the 
same again   [Pete Rock:]  Aiyyo, I 
rumble into action, son I'm right on target  Legendary status with the 
way the 
track started  It's on, at any second with the 
high stakes  Drama, the 
game's teeth sharp like piranhas  There's a 
million style biters who try to create  Make no mistake real niggas challenge the 
fake  Most valuable SP-1200 gold medals  Rae, Prodigy, Ghost rhyme professional  The 
original, Pete Rock is like Soul on Ice  Dynamite with the 
mic device  Now roll the 
dice (word), for the 
game of death (uh)  Snake eyes baby pah, the 
Boy Wonder's a 
threat