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