[Verse 1]
Brooklyn, the place where killers are born
N***as will swarm from out the beehive
B.I., beast eye, B-ville
Be real or be killed easily
Happens immediately, can happen repeatedly
Shoutouts to Eazy E, real recognize real
Weapons and crime fill the streets
The corners and gutters
The FBI be on brothers
The FOI warn brothers
Black leaders have worn covers
For the CIA, Huey P got sprayed
Even Malcolm took some
Crying for freedom, damn, we lost a good one
Died for a reason, walked away from the Muslims
Went on his pilgrimage, late ‘60s
Crack was still primitive
Gave birth to kingpins, supremes and queen men
Rick Ross was the big boss
Cali to Chicago to New York shit
In the ‘80s, it went crazy
The streets was littered with dealers and killers and gamblers
N***as in chinchillas in the winters
They were with cops but their hands were cuffed
Sold grams of that stuff
To put their man in the truck, the plan was fucked
[Hook]
Games people play
They want it all, it’s all in
From the cradle to the grave
To the streets, to mark, offend
It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin
They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win

[Verse 2]
I know this pimp with waves, he had AIDS
Smooth ways, seduce babes and young girls
Hey young world
They never walked straight or mastered their high
He would talk, he lost weight, asking them why
He says, “I love them waves to the end of my days”
’til he’s on the front page for girls underage
Then it came out, he tested positive
The girl got pregnant and he fathered it

[Hook]
The games people play
They want it all, it’s all in
From the cradle to the grave
To the streets, to mark, offend
It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin
They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win
The games people play
They want it all, it’s all in
From the cradle to the grave
To the streets, to mark, offend
It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin
They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win