[Intro: Pete Rock]
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
OW
Here we go
Check it out, one two
It's not a game, y'all
So check it out

[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk using
Carmel cruising brother, your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks, individualized the fakes (Uh-huh)
Just because you're pouring syrup on this don't make it pancakes (Woo)
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slackness (Uh)
Pete Rock's sounds of blackness (Yeah)
The dark gauges the flavor I supply
Now it's do or die (Woo), others are rolling the chocolate thai
I rip holes in souls, then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate (Say what?), never pray (Uh)
I hear the scandal that be cooped up in my town
So now we "gotta Get Away" like Bobby Brown (Damn)
The women will call it two letters that are instrumental
I focus my eyesight and run it down your genitals
Another dame when I tear it out the frame
Then Armageddon came, it's not a game, it's on
[Chorus: C.L. Smooth]
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor

[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
It's not a game when the Mecca Kane lucifer knows your name
Now I think I'm on the brink of Black male growing extinct (Uh-huh)
Now my survival they label the label homicidal (Yeah)
My spirits aren't idle, now you put your hands on the Bible (Ah)
Now the opposite of my God is Nimrod
Taught by Master Fard, hard, now I'm pulling your card (Ah yeah)
We travel, unravel, dabble in the dopeness
A jam that make you want to know who wrote this
A scripture from an odyssey, brothers in high velocity
And just like BDP, you know "My Philosophy" (Ah)
Yeah here to outlast it, to never see the casket (Woo-wee)
My flute can make a snake rise up from the basket
So Pete Rock here we go, master the flow
(I don't wanna be the last to know)
With the mellow funk tunes arriving whether car, train or plane
The black House of Pain, it's not a game, it's war
[Chorus: C.L. Smooth]
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor

[Verse 3: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
The lucci's mine like the summertime, and I'ma set it first
You leaving a hearse when my third verse loads up to burst (Ah yeah)
To blast, never to trespass, going to funk, keeping the crowd touring (Woo)
The lyric is born on any stage we're walking on
So non-believer meet the Mecca, be choppin' 'em like a meat cleaver
The scrambling quarterback, you know my the wide receiver (Yeah)
I get past you, and when it becomes a war (Uh-huh)
I go hardcore, matador, then all the bull is on the floor
I look and find the level of crime the time that I decipher
I'm bagging any sniper put a ball in Peter's Piper
We made the album of the year, remember the Source kicks?
We should have been larger but it's all politics
So (Why you wanna, uh-huh, play your games on me?)
'Cause you're corny
In fact, you get your skully cracked, intruders coming to take mine
You wind up taking way more stitches than a Frankenstein
In '93 me and the P.R. make the dough (Hey)
The honeys are licking all over my 5 o'clock shadow (Uh-huh)
A menace to society, the pistol-packing YG
Mecca's the name, it's not a game, so don't try me
[Chorus: C.L. Smooth]
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor

[Outro: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
(Right on)
Can't be touched