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Tha GameI know you gonna dig thisWhere did the game go? Where Where did the game go? [Erick Sermon:] Huh, the game takin' a turn for the worst Niggas makin' whatever, doin' it for the thirst The money and the women, the fame for the position To be number one, got 'em trappin' in the kitchen Cookin' up that white girl, oh yeah, I get it Everybody a dealer, it goes with the gimmick The rest of them mimic like they the new Jeezy Make a couple of records, thinkin' it's just easy Shit, this the streets, motherfucker, it's beef in it Niggas don't give a fuck, you see Chief Keef in it They ain't your friends, ask a stranger They wanna see you dead The other people who hungry don't wanna see you fed The Devil's a liar, he bring whatever you want in your face, that's fire The proper attire Oh, look at that round fat, brown skin, few tats, hair black That's not where I was goin', I was showin' ya niggas the mirror To see your nonsense way clearer, here's the picture Hold up, wait a minute, Erick Sermon puttin' on a clinic Spittin' up authentic (Mmh), likin' the way I pen it My team is hittin', like we ran the pendant (Ball game) I love those thinkin' I'm over (Uh huh) I pull up, left foot out the Rover Some ain't believin' it (Nah) I'm chillin', motherfucker, milk with D in it I ain't ask to be in it, I was destined for seein' it So why you wan' try me? Sayin' I'm washed up, today I used ivory Everybody askin' me, where I been (Uh huh) I'm out in Mexico, homie, with Carlos Slim Everybody askin' who's him? The richest man on the planet I'm gettin' that money, goddammit When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) When you lookin' at the video It's just the same old (Same old) Where did the game go? (I don't know) It's all the same, it's all the same I'm like Where did the game go? [AZ:] Ah, from the era the crack wars Rubber band stacks, fitted caps, and rap tours Certain plug was let in the backdoor We show love 'cause this is what that's for Fly dude, destroyer of Yaku Dutches and fried food Fuck, it was my move Vibes rule, spoke what we felt then Like jailed men, nothin' was held in I tell spendin' the coupe with no roof Off that 40 proof, the spook with the gold tooth Flow the truth, I know the booth Been about it, got photos as a youth Salute, my trap raps was facts Attack tracks in black, these rap cats is wack Bring it back, that feel good when it still hood Big would if still alive, his skills could [Styles P:] I don't play the radio, I ain't watchin' no videos (Uh uh) In the juice bar just buildin' with the Millennials (Facts) Everybody sound the same, everybody look the same (Same ol', same ol') I'm cut from a cloth of them old school criminals (Cut from that) Keep that fake shit to a minimal Matter fact, don't even do it 'cause I'm a general (Don't even do it) I ain't got time for no industry lies from a industry guy, I'm in the G5 Homies catch a sting like we in the beehive Got beef? We don't go to sleep, let the heat fly (We let it fly) Like them birds goin' south Yeah, I splurge goin' out and I swerve goin' out Come around the curve, hit second and third, then I'm out (Out) Fast life make you holla, told E-Dub I'm the other P makin' dollars gettin' high Pray to God that I'm gonna see tomorrow Ghost (Ghost) [Erick Sermon:] When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) When you lookin' at the video It's just the same old (Same Old) Where did the game go? (I don't know) It's all the same, it's all the same I'm like Where did the game go? |