Hello,..yo waz up pretty?….Hi ya Kelis what are you doin’?……Nah, I’m just chillin’, …What’s the matter, It sounds like somethings wrong?….Yeah, nothin yo, my man is just streein’ me out, …..Problems?……Word, yo,
Yo he’s just buggin’….)


Last night we were watching this game show,
They were talkin’ bout marriage,
and that stuff ye know,
Found myself laughing,
‘Cause those cops weren’t clear,
And then here he comes with this bright idea,

so I said to him;
I know you mean well,
Your genuine I can tell,
Besides with you and me,
I know we would soar,
Are you ready?
You gotta be sure,
You gotta be sure,
(Hold on,)

I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Baby your price ain’t right, hold on,
I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Hey this is my life,
Hold on,
I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Baby your price aint right, hold on,
You feel like hittin’ the ceiling, hold on,
Hey this is my life,

So were arguin’ talkin’ bout back and forth,
Forth and back,
As if there is no source,
Now I’m wondering, is this what he had in mind?
‘Cause if I thought we’ed get through that door,
Tell me whats gonna be my prize,

(so I say to him)
I know you mean well,
Your genuine (genuine) I can tell,
Besides with you and me,
I know we would soar,
But are you ready,
You gotta be sure,
You gotta be sure, (you’ve got to be sure),

I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Baby your price ain’t right, hold on,
I know you got the feelin’ hold on ,
Hey this is my life, hold on,
I know you got the feelin hold on
Baby your price ain’t right, hold on,
You feel like hittin’ the ceiling, hold on,
Hey this is my life,

Game show, game show, game show, game show,
game show, game show, game show, game show,
game show, game show, game show, game show,
game show, game show, game show, game show,

I know you mean well,
Your genuine I can tell,
Besides with you and me,
I know we would soar,
But are you ready,
You gotta be sure,
You gotta be sure,
(hold on)

I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Baby your price ain’t right hold on,
I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Hey this is my life,(hold on)
I know you got the feelin’, hold on,
Baby your price ain’t right hold on,
You feel like hittin’ the ceilin’, hold on,
Hey this is my life,(hold on)

Baby your price ain’t right,(hold on),

Hey this is my life (hold on),
I know you got the feelin’ hold on,
Baby your price aint right(oh no),
You feel like hittin the ceilin’ hold on,
Hey this is my life,

Game Show…………(x 16)……….

You know the time to act is now
Before the sands of time run out

I know that I could never
fall from grace I’m far too clever

I will achieve my destiny
My star’s ascent – a certainty

I know that I could never
fall from grace I’m far too clever

Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked
And the subject’s closed
Worst case scenario becomes real
It don’t show

No clever clevers can dissuade
From tougher substance I was made

I know that I could never
fall from grace I’m far too clever

Boy sees, boy takes, boy hooked
And the subject’s closed
Worst case scenario becomes real
It don’t show

You know the time to act is now

I’ve waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me
I’ve cheated so long I wonder
How you keep track of me

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me

I’ve entered the game of pricks
With knives in the back of me
Can’t call you or on you no more
When they’re attacking me

I’ll climb up on the house
Weep to water the trees
And when you come calling me down
I’ll put on my disease

You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me

It’s just one year ago
That I’ve met you at a show
You were the clown
I was the fool

Right now it’s vice versa
And I know it’s just because
You’ve always been
The fool for me

Do we feel the same way
Or do you want to play the game of love
On and on

You took me to a bar
To tell me who you are
You never know
What you want

And you want me for good
Just if you’re in the mood
To spend the next
Night with me

Yeah, after Dah Shinin, it all became clear to me
I knew things would be different son
I knew it’d come time for a change
Seems like the time is now

Jah! Rastafarai

Greetings to my soldiers and soldierettes

Jewel on the world, make the earth sink
On the brink of divinity, defying gravity
Reachin’ for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck, they can’t function
Caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you in it, be in it to win it to the finish

As the sun heats, I put my feet to the concrete
Hard to sleep so I take it to the streets
Hold my head up, try to keep it movin’
Fed up with losin’
I need some air
I think I take a cruise with you
I’m using, what little know how I posess
To keep our familia down to rest
Now I stress defensive tactics
‘Cause police seem active
Got me in the crib sleepin’ with heat under the mattress


In case of home intrusion:
First the dogs go “bark”
Then about five sparks bringin’ light to the dark
Like ? does his movement when he’s dealin’ with math
Or the boss tell his workers where he’s keepin’ the stash
When that gun blast, better have Jah on your side
Or an act of devine intervention from the most high
I know guys that get a thrill from the kill
And other niggaz, who hold the greed to sling ?frills?

Chorus
Demon’s tryin’ to take my soul away
But they won’t get my soul today
Will I get locked up or blown away?
Just stayin’ strong is a price to pay
(Repeat)

Damn I haven’t worked since I was ’bout 17
They had time busy hangin’ out being a drama fiend
I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out
Sneak in the crib
Hear my moms prayin’ to God that I sprout
Take all responsibilities like a man would do
‘Cause she know that the streets can bring the worst out of you
She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot?
I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin’ me too
But you know you need dough so you can do the do
And going to class everyday don?t bring in no loot
Plus I just been told that I was cold by club bouncers
Standing there hot headed ?bout to set it while they denounce us
Crab niggaz still beggin? for CD?s
While brothaz? careers is stuck on halt and freeze
About to face extinction ?pockets dead is thinkin??
Something ain?t peace and suicide?s part of my thinkin?
Even God don?t hear my prayer or him just not care
Got a son in this world, stressed out losin? my hair

Chorus

It?s time to take the struggle to the pavement
Let the people know the mayor sent the OK for enslavement
Orders from the government
Official stubborn men with egos runnin? shit
They put the hit out on whoever try to get out
And they are the directors who are dead and ?
Even down south in Atlanta
Police play the pawn for their master
It?s a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster
For less than nothin? like they did Bobby Huton
Corruption got me clutchin? my rifle for gun bustin?
Somethin?s cookin?
Look at the way some faces be lookin?
Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas
Even in Houston P?s be shootin? us like sitting ducks in groups
And I can?t trust who or what
That will explain the way I watch you, plus,
I know the chosen are few
Many come around to proclaim things they know not
Let alone maintain
Shame, some of my worst enemies
Live right around me and look just like me
I see that its time to intensify the movements in front of my eyes
Can?t rely on a seeing dog they got me
Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G

Chorus (twice)
It only takes a line to make the mind think
Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink
I?m on the brink of divinity, d

Snoop:
GAME that’s my thang
and it ain’t no rules when you in this game
[3X’s]

Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash
I hit the flo’ & when they go I make sure I grab all the dough
The Scene: Long Beach yeah ’86
Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shit
I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon
my homeboy got away but shit I wasn’t tellin’
So I fell in a trap with no getback
they threw away the key and now I’m a OG
In the County jail rappin & bangin’ at the same time
and since I don’t smoke cigarettes loc
shit I gotta slang mine
And I ain’t tryin’ to get on swole so I ain’t fuckin’ with the iron
I got bitches bringin’ me money & ain’t a godamn thing funny
My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P
from the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg
from the Westside Four-O’s got love for Short and my
homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang
and the homeboy Tracy D from
the big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know
I got game & that’s real from a trio nigga havin’ green
Get yo’ hustle on nigga ‘fore you end up dead
It’s too much paper to get Can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit’ it?
Shit…

GAME that’s my thang
and it ain’t no rules when you in this game

[Steady Mobb’n]
There’s ten laws to the game nigga be raised by ’em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle ’til ya ball
watch them hatas and pretendas and all the shit they do
cause nowadays some of these niggas be bitches too
Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times
keep them snitches on the sideline
cause you know pressure burst the pipeline
Keep ya eyes on ya enemies watch those close to ya
See them outside niggas can’t touch ya
it be the ones inside that do ya
Smilin’ in ya face but want to take yo’ place
fuck around and be playa let’s make a deal with the D.A.
Don’t be ridin’ with no niggas
who ain’t sure if he gon’ get down
cause it only take a split second
to get ya buck buck and lay down
Hesitation’ll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up
ya little homey might be cool
if them other two priors ain’t brought up
Remember took time to kill smash and don’t give a fuck
Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up
Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin’ about
If you got to be in that game stack ya change
and get the fuck out!

[Snoop]
GAME that’s my thang
and it ain’t no rules when you in this game
3x

[Steady Mobb’n]
Game recognize game ?? kickin’ back smokin’ Mary Jane
I’m gettin’ high in the game my little
homey popped him with the cane
Some niggas only in it for the fame
Niggas ain’t ready for the game
if you ain’t down then get the fuck out the game
or represent yo’ thang
Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown & the 90’s
Twomp twomp put yo’ guns up
when the tank dogg roll up who got the weed nigga hold up
I’m the King of Oakland nigga raise up
I ain’t givin’ a fuck I’m still ?hugged?
cause my down South niggas show me love
and the muthafuckin’ gifts dancin’ in the club
That’s game

[Snoop]
GAME that’s my thang
and it ain’t no rules when you in this game

*Talking*
Steady Mobbin’, D O double G, ain’t No Limit to that shit
Nigga Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound
‘Bout 3:34 in the morning don’t even matter
We puffin’ all night, straight game, game.
I got all my game from my momma yeah
a nigga didn’t gave me none of this shit that’s real.
Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin’
me all this game…

(Chorus) Repeat 2X

I hate it when it’s too many niggaz (Too many niggaz)
Not enough hoes
Too many rookies
Not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya’ll can suck my dick BITCH!!

[Verse 1]
I got a miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (HELL NAW!!)
I treat hmans like students (FAIL YA’LL)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin
When Organized drop the track then start duckin’
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin
Girl: You wanna be startin something
Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that’s on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

Chorus (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 2]
Girl: Man you done lost yo mind
No I’ve lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga shot Kennedy
What’s the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you’d still be half broke
Ashes to ashes smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get smoked
If you take me for a fool I’ll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope
So now we eatin’ lobster shrimp and things
Watch for imposters that’s been in the game
We invented the game and ya’ll just got here
Dude: Man what’s that smell
PROBABLY YO UPPER LIP
Cause I love to walk around like my shit don’t stink
Even if its cigars and that purple color dank
Chillin in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo jaw like weiners and beef franks

Chorus (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 3]
I put too much sugar in my Kool-Aid
And partied like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive at the show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floormats
I’m on the right page but what’s my format
I wave to the ocean cause I’m where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack
Did you know that?
Man I’m the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the range
Sagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame
Rearrange same broad different night
Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threat dude that’s on the same flight
The highlight’s that I live a high ass life

Chorus (Repeat 6X)

Don’t give meeh an inch
Cuz I’ll take it all now
Another style for you to hate
I sat up today, my style in the straight
And if you care to relate

No, you can’t copy meeh
Cuz I been changed
Stay in your lane
Remain with the straight
Don’t cross that line
You goin’ out of your mind
I got that grind so don’t you hate meeh

You can judge meeh wrong
Don’t leave, home without my game face on
Got it goin’ on
see my head is strong
Don’t leave home without my game face on
Gotta keep it on

Try to play meeh wrong
Never forget you’ve got a game face on
Got it goin’ on
When I wrote this song
Say it in the mirror with my game face on
Got it goin’ on

Got it keep it on
Stay true to the bone, freak of the moan
So where they goin’
Gotta be in the zone
No chaperones, no earphone
It’s time to get it on

I don’t know what you all be on
But Got to be strong
I’m about ready to move on
Like Fidel Castro or Al Capone, Jodeci
Everybody wants to go

You can judge meeh wrong
Don’t leave, home without my game face on
Got it goin’ on
see my head is strong
Don’t leave home without my game face on
Gotta keep it on

Got my game face on
Got my game face on, gentlemen
Steady, yeah

You can judge meeh wrong
Don’t leave, home without my game face on
Got it goin’ on
see my head is strong
Don’t leave home without my game face on
Gotta keep it on

I got my game face on
you better walk a straight line

{*funkafied version of “The People’s Court” TV show in the background*}

[Mac Minista]
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted an “alpha”-davit
in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against
my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather – for 227 counts
of flexing his G’s, popping his P’s
dotting his I’s and crossing his T’s.
The anti-player has filed and submitted an “alpha”-davit
in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against
my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather – for 357 counts
of verbal and reckless endangerment
from the million dollar mouthpiece;
and leaving these super-sap suckers,
discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice.
The anti-player, has filed and submitted an “alpha”-davit
in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg,
Tha Doggfather – for distributing and manufacturing game.
Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system.
Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather,
bring him before 12 G’s and open up his files
and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup
his tail was straight up – ready to shake rattle and roll
and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension.
So all you jerks with them $11 words
comin out of your $2 mouth
about a multi-million dollar Crip
who’s got the mind of a bid’ness man, the heart of a tyrant,
and the tongue of a mack – I said,
he’s a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars
while you suckers is lookin for stripes.
His game is as sharp as a mosquito’s needle;
and with this in mind, I’m gonna ask the Game Court
to grant a motion, of 995 – grounds, of dismissal.

Chorus: Ras Kass

I’ma do what I wanna do, when I do it
Ain’t nuttin that you can do, when I’m gon’ do it
Rap gane recognize the game
and we came to bring the pain
I’ma do what I wanna do, when I do it
Ain’t nuttin that you can do, when I’m gon’ do it
Rap gane recognize the game
Mystikal, Ras Kass came to bring the pain

[Mystikal]
I got mo’ anger than you got in yo’ whole body in one arm
and that’s a threat to Triple H, three times the harm
That’s right, you face to face with a villain
Any has-been, gets harassed and gon’ feel the ???
Jump off roofs, land on backs
Stomp on tongues, walk on necks, then I flex
Crackin heads, I can’t get no rest
So many enemies, I don’t know who to fight next – c’mon!
I’d like to see you try to explain that to my, FIST..
.. why it’s in yo’ forehead!
And if you really think you got what it takes
to step to the game, GO RIGHT AHEAD!

Chorus

[Ras Kass]
The ghettofabulous Rat Pack, inner city NASDAQ
Young savages, that don’t know how to act
Rebels without a gat, that pin you to the mat
Got devils havin flashbacks of When Animals Attack
In a world that’s assed out, after I spaz out
Mash til I cash-out, hit my coffin and blast out
(Why?) Cause real riders still do real things
I’m “The Man in the Iron Mask,” break steel guillotines
Name is Rass Kass, livin Burger King style
Have it my way, all day, every day
Drink smoke lay, the game and no play
Straight out of L.A, baby – “Get in my bel-ly!”
Protein diet (??) just another Watts riot
“All the ugly people, be quiet!”
The R-A-S K-A-Double-S, yes
Snappin necks for some live effects

Chorus

[Mystikal]
I don’t like you.. and when I’m here
and when I walk out (boooo) I see you don’t like me too
I’ve got a physical ability for causin misery
You get maddest when I feed off your negativity
For every boo, I’ma leave a bruise
For every bad gesture, I’ma leave your ass messed up
Watch your mouth, you talkin loud to the hard tester
Back it up, you won’t see nuttin unless I LET YA
So you can keep that in mind when I pass by
This is your big chance to say hello to the bad guy
I run with the north side, dirty aren’t I..
.. cause I’m three times hellafied!

Chorus

..

Chorus