| Song | Tha Game |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor |
| 作曲 : Coles, Johnson, Philips ... | |
| Wall to wall.. that's my word | |
| I want 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 | |
| Amazin glazin purple haze patients | |
| Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations | |
| Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn | |
| Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words | |
| Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers | |
| When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us | |
| Call up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden | |
| That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again | |
| Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits | |
| Guns wit bitches jumpin 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 | |
| Puffin these marijuanas make allah catch alzheimers | |
| Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers | |
| Chorus: raekwon | |
| It's called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize | |
| Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same | |
| Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills | |
| Regardless what pah things won't be the same | |
| Game'll get ya life kilt game rcognize | |
| Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same | |
| Game, subliminary mill's smash grills night chills | |
| Mic skills baby pah won't be the same | |
| Game | |
| (check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p no doubt) | |
| [prodigy] | |
| Segregate those fake punks | |
| 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 pissin christians | |
| One-fifty-one dunn'll have you off balance walkin | |
| Don't let your e-motions get involved talkin | |
| To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken | |
| So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment? | |
| Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin | |
| I rock for the few chosen, who got they 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 ya size malevolent | |
| You don't be long in my evesight, pee's a powerful soldier | |
| Of the light and things won't be the same | |
| The game's over | |
| Chorus | |
| [ghostface] | |
| Mc ultra high-brolic bank roll alcahol 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 | |
| Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes | |
| Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump | |
| Layin on the floor clark's bleedin 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 wavey 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 esther | |
| Chorus | |
| [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 pirahana | |
| There's a million style biters who try to create | |
| Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake | |
| Most valuable sp-1200 gold medals | |
| Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional | |
| The original, pete rock is like soul on ice | |
| Dynamite with the mic device | |
| Now roll the dic, for the game of death | |
| Snake eyes baby pah, the boy wonder's a threat |
| zuò qǔ : Coles, Johnson, Philips ... | |
| Wall to wall.. that' s my word | |
| I want 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 | |
| Amazin glazin purple haze patients | |
| Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations | |
| Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn | |
| Stabbin an intern, corporate book of words | |
| Iceatollah motorolas, gun reloaders, broads with rollers | |
| When wet lense stolers, lex glowers who owe us | |
| Call up comissionary gordon, son go warn the warden | |
| That the lord is back, rollin with his sword again | |
| Mix tape, masturbation mate rate plates ice traits | |
| Guns wit bitches jumpin 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 | |
| Puffin these marijuanas make allah catch alzheimers | |
| Feedin bread to birds yellin fuck old timers | |
| Chorus: raekwon | |
| It' s called game, game get ya life kilt, game recognize | |
| Write wills, game slight chills things stay the same | |
| Game, subliminary mill' s smash grills night chills | |
| Regardless what pah things won' t be the same | |
| Game' ll get ya life kilt game rcognize | |
| Write wills, game slighht chills things stay the same | |
| Game, subliminary mill' s smash grills night chills | |
| Mic skills baby pah won' t be the same | |
| Game | |
| check this out, one two, yeah yeah this is me p no doubt | |
| prodigy | |
| Segregate those fake punks | |
| 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 pissin christians | |
| Onefiftyone dunn' ll have you off balance walkin | |
| Don' t let your emotions get involved talkin | |
| To the wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken | |
| So what' s ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment? | |
| Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin | |
| I rock for the few chosen, who got they 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 ya size malevolent | |
| You don' t be long in my evesight, pee' s a powerful soldier | |
| Of the light and things won' t be the same | |
| The game' s over | |
| Chorus | |
| ghostface | |
| Mc ultra highbrolic bank roll alcahol vulture | |
| Garlic balls dice the shield of ocre | |
| Tally ho pittypat backgammon pro | |
| Pink salmon five spring rolls know me, you love my intro | |
| Half a face wig sewed together like manhattan chase | |
| Lookin like statue of praise, check behind the drapes | |
| Castor troy layin for travolta mic gun pump | |
| Layin on the floor clark' s bleedin 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 wavey 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 esther | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 pirahana | |
| There' s a million style biters who try to create | |
| Make no mistake real niggaz challenge the fake | |
| Most valuable sp1200 gold medals | |
| Rae progidy ghost rhyme professional | |
| The original, pete rock is like soul on ice | |
| Dynamite with the mic device | |
| Now roll the dic, for the game of death | |
| Snake eyes baby pah, the boy wonder' s a threat |