Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Game, artist - C-Note
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Rap Game |
It’s so strange, in this motherfucking rap game |
It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn |
It’s all the same, in this motherfucking rap game |
It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn |
Now we out of town, doing these shows |
Freestyle flows, fucking with hoes |
Back in hit the city, move three kilos |
Now I’m in and out your do' in the studio, the studio |
But it’s strange, out this motherfucking rap game |
It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn |
Niggas don’t, wanna see you come up |
Next thing you’ll blow up, now they all on your nuts |
And niggas trying to fight, just to get to the top |
Just to be the next artist, to rule Hip-Hop |
Just like the, motherfucking streets |
We bust on these niggas, like we bust on these beats |
And these niggas wanna play, the fucking CEO |
Niggas stealing my money, you’s a CE-Hoe |
Nigga best to come off, my fucking do' |
Or I’m laying everybody, on the fucking flo' nigga |
We got street fame, street game a street name |
Botany out the Hooker, you know the set we claim |
Cloverland is the spot, and yeah we keep it locked |
And we bouncing through this thing, fifty deep packing Glocks |
Be bout your cash mayn, and make it last mayn |
And from the streets mayn, you know the rap thang |
And on the smash for the cash, and man we got to get it |
Gotta lick for ten feathers, and playa we gon split it |
Nigga be flicking water by my set, hit your corner |
Fifty round shots, aiming straight for your daughter |
But enough with the bullshit, stacking up platinum hits |
Keeping it hood rich, serving the real shit |
Botany is the block, that’s crunk at all times |
Stepping in Adidas, fa sho we got to shine |
Well playa check the stilo, fucking with C-Note |
D-Red nigga Chino, Botany for your heroes |
Niggas trying to steal my grands, steal my fans |
Just like a dope fiend, trying to steal my grands |
But I’m still catching out, on twinkie-4's |
And my flows be cold, like an Eskimo |
And I’m wearing Air Forces, when I hit the cut |
DEA Task Forces, trying to hit me up |
Look at here officer, I made a big change |
I’m making millions, deep off in this rap game |
Here I go again, stack a few ends |
Me and cute friend, set a few trends |
Hit the big Benz, sipping on the Henn |
Dubs on the spin, blue light lens |
Baller-itz's style, but only buck wild |
Hit the spot twelve o’clock, popping Cristal |
But in the mean while, we gonna ball dog |
And you can put that on the Clover, Big Shots forever dog |
(*talking*) |
Know I’m saying, I know these rappers |
Know I’m tal’n bout, uh if you from the streets |
You know I’m tal’n bout, you know I’m saying |
Or maybe you don’t |
Cause you ain’t from the streets nigga, uh |