[chubb All attention to all of the, lyrical Whether you studio or you're, synching a gig Yes! I address to all the known factors Where you to the rhythm of con-troling the masters I. smythe, whether you drive a or a bike Whether you straight hit or you go strictly Dick van, no I only snort dristan And I to the sister, and yes I can can A, gangsta lean get like a latrine and Lyrics scream deep into the +roots+ ben vereen Rockin, the apple, the mayor were (? ) I double platinum, or hit gold watch I'll achieve, just like (? ) Squad squeeze, but can mingle with the breeze But hey, - you don't know my way These are the we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) These are the games we "i don't what else to say" -> biggie smalls
[chubb Journalists script shit, that me kind of pissed No real given to the, funkiest hits and Lyrics get prolific and, kids to sip it Esophagus start bulge, specific and Get a dollar, if I sell more than the group The source critics want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse revived the crash crew If I'm rockin, on the eww Why they, can't but if they try I rock brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember to boil The (? ? ) but happy the heads stayed loyal The groove hits the ground the maker of "get down" love and all that shit plus five pound Buy hey, parlay - you know my way These are the we play..
[chubb Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra And the girls 'pon flatbush look without my googles And look as squint then I blink push up the throttle I, meet this to eat this i, leave to beavis If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, than penis Oooh, I had to go and rip whole crew With freeze love ran butt rub and blue ooh Dippi - dip on you all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew Ar-tistic lift it start the to the phonics And, all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics Ghetto tales, to prevail the shit Whether you're east west miami bass or crip But hey, hey, you know my way are the games we play..
- 4x