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Think It's a Game
Jay-Z
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Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
It was a full moon in the beginning of March
'Bout the end of winter '74, the gangsta was born
Introduced to sending and spending women
Cats with big hats slamming Cadillac doors
You choosing hoes, you losing your hoes
You niggas loose with your hoes
You muh'fuckers, y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggas wanna LoJack, track your bitches
Shack your bitches, I pimps up, smack my bitches
You wanna fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches
Get that cash bitch or that's your ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler, you's a car thief
Nigga where your car keys?
Crack topic, back block it
31 Long black topic
You can't stop it, gat top it
Black mack, black Glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket
It's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
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
Holding my mink up
Ice pinky ring in the air, drinking my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowing 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 ho chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, Young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist with jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope, sold crack, sold soap, sold rap
Bought Bentleys, bought 'em back
Nigga, buy that
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Purpose of man: worship Allah then you die
Purpose of my gun: run in your shop and take pies
Purpose of my son: raise him to do the same
Clip blazing in through your brain
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 4-5
And real as these five salaats, whether we deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
We get connects, gotta meet, interrupt your cops
Depending on the dope size, we slide up from both sides
With hammers with hollows, you peel, we follow with both rides and
They killed your cousin, you strapped and you won't ride and
Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't rob men
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive by men
Real gangstas keep a bitch in the wheel, working the gas tank
Hoes on the strip bringing that cash in
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
It's C, the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major
Nickel plate stay with it
Except for in school, metal detectors at school
But every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ain't go to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by the locker, come and holler, uh
Out on my own, moving 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 consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with an 8 in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them things is drawn
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them things come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta nigga
Gangsta nigga