Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Razor, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.11.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Razor |
| «Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should |
| Prove to be the best game of the year |
| Hello everyone, I’m johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to |
| The final game of the world championship |
| We’re expecting to see one helluva game tonight |
| There’s no love lost between these two teams |
| Each drawing endless amounts of penalties: |
| We’ve had fights, cheap shots, name calling — everything we could ask for… |
| So now, we take you live and play… The game» |
| You gave it your all, you gave all you’ve got |
| You reached for the limit, you pushed till you dropped |
| You scratched and you clawed, you spilled out your guts |
| You gave them your oath and you signed it in blood |
| Bent over backwards, your body is sore |
| You gave them your life but they still wanted more |
| You carry the load, you dig deep inside |
| Blood, sweat and tears till the day that you die |
| The game… Betrayed |
| This is how you get repaid |
| They’re playing with your mind, they’re playing with your head |
| How do you like your meal when you’re being force fed |
| This is how you get repaid… The game |
| You crash and you burn, you’ve stood at the top |
| You faced all the pressure and took the cheap shots |
| Your body keeps dying, wealth is the gain |
| You fought all the battles and played through the pain |
| You scratch at the scabs, you swear when you bleed |
| You laughed at the stitches and lost your front teeth |
| Go through the therapy, break all your bones |
| Then comes the trade, you buy/sell your home |
| «Oh my… What a hit! |
| Did you see that? |
| Unbelievable… |
| That’s gotta hurt. |
| The abuse this boy takes night after night |
| And he’s still putting on quite a show for the fans |
| This guy is worth every penny he makes… I tell ya… That’s gotta hurt… «You talk of the glories and memories gone past |
| A brilliant career though it could never last |
| You’re down and you’re bitter, your rings are in hock |
| There’s pins in your knees and you limp when you walk |
| You take all the pills, make the pain go away |
| You’ve lost all your wealth but your agent’s ok |
| Your children have left you, your wife did the same |
| Look what it got you, but man he could sure play the game |