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