Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let The Games Begin , by - Young SopranoRelease date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Let The Games Begin |
| Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! |
| (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. |
| I know you ain’t think you was gon see this niggas. |
| (Nope.) East coast, west coast. |
| (It's all the same.) |
| Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. |
| (Speak on it, Joe.) |
| Haha, niggas what! |
| At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all |
| Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall |
| Tellin the feds, that I’m still cappin the raw |
| Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe |
| Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate |
| Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get |
| My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes |
| Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes? |
| Can’t call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin |
| But it appears your empire’s fallen |
| Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one |
| The same cats you get? |
| terroria? |
| from |
| East coast, west coast, man it’s all the same |
| Niggas won’t know shit till they feel the flame |
| It’s still insane, since the flow track |
| Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we’ll let ya know black |
| It’s all about weight, work, guns, yay |
| Real motherfuckers chase dough and don’t play |
| Y’all motherfuckers don’t move, we don’t spray |
| Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby |
| Check what you never thought |
| Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York |
| Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk |
| We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots |
| Once my dogs cut me lose, that’s a bullet in your bubblygoose |
| Fuck is you talkin like you crazy |
| Barkin like you eighty |
| Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby |
| Don’t try to play me cuz I’m not a playa |
| Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe |
| I’m out to make a million dollies but still I’m rowdy |
| So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody |
| That’s how it is in the stone jungle |
| If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you |
| And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid |
| Commercials don’t lie, thirsty to die? |
| Coke is in Blow your life away, that’s a big price to pay |
| You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today |
| I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya And if y’all don’t get him, I promise I’ll try |
| Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest |
| Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit |
| Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack |
| Real niggas push big weight and big sacks |
| Y’all said it was cool, I got to ok this |
| I usually want paytons, y’all bring the scale so we can weight this |
| It better be pure, hope you ain’t got a birdie mix |
| Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it’s all 36 |
| I hope you can count nigga, better be precise |
| If it ain’t all there that’s your dope and your life |
| From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx |
| We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks |
| Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen |
| TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin |