Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Game , by - Def Squad. Song from the album El Nino, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
The Game |
| We be’s hard to the core, sleepin’on the floor, |
| Step on stage, the fly girls adore, |
| With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before |
| The lyrical lexicon, matador’s metaphor… |
| (Redman) |
| I be like, yes-yes y’allin, to the life beatin, |
| The Funk-Diggy Doc be comin’through non-sweetened, |
| The 7-G Steven, I give you 10 minutes of that high-powered shit |
| Til your heart stops beatin… |
| (Erick Sermon) |
| ??? |
| 's the new member, flows tight, lethal, |
| Scarin’those like I made the Scream 2 sequel |
| Still the Grandmaster with the two MC’s |
| Def Squad, Keith Murray, and the R-E-D… |
| (Keith Murray) |
| And it don’t make sense going against — |
| I got too many styles, E got too much experience, |
| Now you can swim or sink or jerk to think |
| Or you could freshen up or let your dirty-ass stink, |
| I don’t give a fuck… |
| (Redman) |
| Wagga, wagga, wagga… |
| Now why you tryin’to get funky like my name Big Bub, |
| I’m from the Def Squad nigga, so show me some love, |
| When I spit, I grab the dick, I’m like Puff |
| I can’t stop until I’m in helicopter cockpits… |
| (Erick Sermon) |
| Ain’t that right, E-Dub the top civilian, humble, |
| with about sixteen million, stay hard rock |
| like if I was Charles Dutton, if you got balls to test, then yo, |
| Push the button… |
| (Keith Murray) |
| Yo, push comes to shove, we rise above, |
| and stay dedicated to rap like Ghetto Love, |
| People gettin’mad from the money we makin', |
| but they’ve been playahatin’since days of rollerskatin'… |
| (Redman) |
| Yo what’s yo name digga, comin’through non-stop, |
| I be that nigga fuckin’your girlfriend on your block |
| And when I bust that 360 degrees, I’m not Busta |
| But put your hands where I can see… |
| (Erick Sermon) |
| Can’t be faded, me and my Squad is R-rated, |
| Hear my boys rockin’to somethin', you can bet I made it, |
| If not, confiscate it, it’s like fake, it wasn’t made by me, |
| Red — show’em who you be… |
| (Redman) |
| Oh, it’s my turn to burn, to wax again, |
| It be’s that nigga robbin’your crib with the Mack-10 |
| With my nigga E-Dub, causin’troub', murder ya like O.J. |
| with the fuckin’same glove… |
| (Keith Murray) |
| And it-ain't-no half-steppin', shit, |
| we gets to rappin’like a nuclear weapon, |
| And y’all don’t blow up, and we always do, |
| Take our advice, and y’all could blow up too |