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Kool G. Rap

"Know Da Game"

[Havoc of Mobb Deep]
sh*t is real on the muthaf*cking hill, God
Times is hard, vision blurred, kid, I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next n*gga deceased
Over some bullsh*t beef, I pack heat
Son, it's '96 and I ain't going out like that
Never rolling dolo 'cause my crew got my back
And it's a fact, n*ggas don't know how to act
'Til I, c*ck back the gat, leave 'em laying on they back
Sometimes I try to maintain and chill
Stop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my steel
I'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong route
Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts
So I chill on the block, n*gga respect mines
A giver with the Mac and the motherf*cking Tec-9s
So pack steel if you come through, front if you want to
Before you do so, let me warn you
We more infamous, crime sh*t, take it to the gat
f*ck the rhyme sh*t, you reminded of what the nine did
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
We c*ck cannons, punishing and back handing

[Hook 2X: M.O.P. (Billy Danze + Lil Fame)]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them n*ggas know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go

[Kool G. Rap]
I'll leave your whole body twisted
When you get lifted
And police'll have to fish to run ballistics on a biscuit, another statistic, I tried to chill but you insisted
Coming all in my district
I don't know why the f*ck you risk it
I be one deep
Walking the streets, packing the heat
Bring the cow meat
Get lifted of your feet and
Leave you sleeping on the concrete
Get blown at home or whatever zone you roam
Get two flown to your dome
Blow chromosones out your flesh and bones
Hitman for hire, who's the next one to expire?
Suited it up in black attire, hit you up with rapid fire
The stainless biscuit will leave your brain smokin
Your whole frame broken and clothes soakin'
Head blown the f*ck open
Try to step inside of my fort and get caught
With the trey-pound shorter left on the sidewalk
In New York
To decompose, blood flows
Hot holes in your clothes, eyes closed
Body be froze, posin for pictures with a rose
Head to your toes
Look like you got wetted with a hose
The road you chose
Got your brains drained through your nose
So who be committing crimes?
Dangerous minds, put two to your spine
Lay you down behind enemy lines
When we cross it
And leave you leaking like a broken faucet
The underworld production family kid we enforce it

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep]
Yo, when sh*t get real, it ain't what you expected
Me and kickos are known to get hectic
Only to wreck sh*t, many slugs in all directions
Make you see the light when my shots makes connections
n*ggas get their face split in section
Shook, using ice grilled looks for they protection
We absorb everything you fear
And indulge in a crime-filled atmosphere
This sh*t ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used to
We used to stick n*ggas on the F through to
The E train, when it's time to recruit, I humble on the D train
See my man D only to purchase my cocaine
Word to my newborn seed
A n*gga gotta make loot to support greed
On the wild side of the fence, the sh*t is on the verge of explosion
It's so cold, you might get frozen
If you leave yourself vulnerable and time lapsing
Fools collapsing and caught up in gun clapping
No matter who you are, if you know many faces
I don't discriminate, my shot bleed all races
And cultures, we sort of like vultures
Eating your insides like ulcers; it pulls n*ggas closer, n*gga

[Hook 2X: M.O.P. (Lil Fame + Billy Danze)]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them n*ggas know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go

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