Tha Game lyrics

Artist  : Pete Rock 
Song : Tha Game



 Send "Tha Game" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [raekwon]

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