| Song | Rap Game / Crack Game |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | In My Lifetime, Vol. 1 |
| Uhh... | |
| Uhh, yeah | |
| Won＇t stop niggaz | |
| ＂Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game＂ -- | |
| Jigga! Feel me | |
| People, told ya mother****ers, told ya | |
| ＂See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke＂ -- | |
| Uhh, Roc-a-Fella | |
| Geyeah | |
| We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight | |
| What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take | |
| Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it＇s at stake | |
| Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake | |
| When it＇s hot, get on my money spot in every state | |
| Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop＇s is the gate | |
| But first we scope shit, advertise in every area | |
| Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit | |
| Gon＇ need a middle man, so we look to radio | |
| Let em test the product, give em a promo show | |
| Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe | |
| Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five | |
| Ain＇t tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele | |
| So when the album drops the first weeks it＇s on sale | |
| But when demand grows it＇s time to expand yo | |
| You don＇t want no garbage papi it＇s ten grand per blow, fo＇ sho＇ | |
| ＂Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game＂ -- | |
| ＂See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke＂ -- | |
| Ge-ge-geyeah | |
| I got that uncut raw to make a fiend＇s body jerk | |
| Got your whole block now, pumpin my work | |
| My CD＇s is like keys for you Willie＇s who | |
| like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two＇s | |
| And my singles like gems, you know the treys | |
| Get you high for a while, but the, high don＇t stay | |
| You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks | |
| Cause when this shit flip, I＇ma get on some other shit | |
| Never pitchin for a label, Jigga＇s the hook-up | |
| You know my shit is fish scale, y＇all niggaz is cook up | |
| Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota | |
| They know my shit stretch without the baking soda | |
| Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key | |
| Priority＇s work wasn＇t right so I switched factories | |
| Now I＇m the new nigga, who figured I＇d get the game locked | |
| Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha | |
| ＂Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game＂ -- | |
| ＂See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke＂ -- |
| Uhh... | |
| Uhh, yeah | |
| Won t stop niggaz | |
| Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game | |
| Jigga! Feel me | |
| People, told ya mother ers, told ya | |
| See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke | |
| Uhh, RocaFella | |
| Geyeah | |
| We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight | |
| What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take | |
| Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it s at stake | |
| Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake | |
| When it s hot, get on my money spot in every state | |
| Like the wiz in Camelot, the momandpop s is the gate | |
| But first we scope shit, advertise in every area | |
| Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit | |
| Gon need a middle man, so we look to radio | |
| Let em test the product, give em a promo show | |
| Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe | |
| Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five | |
| Ain t tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele | |
| So when the album drops the first weeks it s on sale | |
| But when demand grows it s time to expand yo | |
| You don t want no garbage papi it s ten grand per blow, fo sho | |
| Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game | |
| See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke | |
| Gegegeyeah | |
| I got that uncut raw to make a fiend s body jerk | |
| Got your whole block now, pumpin my work | |
| My CD s is like keys for you Willie s who | |
| like to floss my cassette tapes in sixtytwo s | |
| And my singles like gems, you know the treys | |
| Get you high for a while, but the, high don t stay | |
| You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks | |
| Cause when this shit flip, I ma get on some other shit | |
| Never pitchin for a label, Jigga s the hookup | |
| You know my shit is fish scale, y all niggaz is cook up | |
| Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Dakota | |
| They know my shit stretch without the baking soda | |
| Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key | |
| Priority s work wasn t right so I switched factories | |
| Now I m the new nigga, who figured I d get the game locked | |
| Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha | |
| Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game | |
| See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke |