Think It’s a Game
| Title | Think It’s a Game |
|---|---|
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Album | The Reason |
| Release Date | 2001-06-26 |
| Description | Track #8 of The Reason,An Album By Philadelphia Rapper Beanie Sigel,Released Under Roc-A-Fella Records Features Jay Z,Freeway&Young Chris |
| Lyrics | [Intro: Saint Nick] Yeah Gangster, gangster Ooh Gangster Ah Ooh [Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them things come out ('Til them things come out) I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (When them things come out) Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] It was a full moon in the beginning of March, 'bout the end of winter '74 The gangster was born Introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women, cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors Who choosin' hoes, you losin' your hoes, you niggas loose with your hoes Motherfucker, y'all ain't used to no hoes Niggas wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches I pimps up, smack my bitches You wanna fuck-trick your bitches I duck-flip my bitches Get that cash with that extra ass bitch Plus I keep a gat at arm reach You ain't no hustler, you's a car thief Nigga, where your car keys? Crack topic, back block it Thirty-one long, blacktop it You can't stop it, gat top it Black MAC, black Glock it, blast rocket Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket (Bitch) It's not a game, prick [Chorus: Saint Nick & Jay-Z] Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (Straight gangster nigga) Think it's a game 'til them things come out (Uh, uh, uh) I bang out 'til your brains hang out (Straight gangster nigga) 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (Yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] They call me Hov' the hustler, dough doubler Drove customers crazy in the late '80s, early '90s Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker Makes me a mathematician about my math Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision Nigga, your ho chose Hov', that's rapid division Now divide yourself and slide I, young Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers Took it where few went, made a few cents Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint Sold dope (And), sold crack (And) Sold soap (And), sold rap (And) Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back Nigga, can you buy that? [Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga [Verse 3: Freeway] Purpose of man, worship Allah, then you die Purpose of my gun, run in your shop and take pies Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same Clip, blazin' it through your brains Strip, use it 'til it's burned out Benz Coupes, Jags, and trucks when we roll out Man, it ain't no lie It's real as this four-five And real as these five salaats Whether we Dīn or not Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop Dependin' on the dope size, we slide up from both sides With hammers with hollows, you peel, we follow with both rides, and They killed your cousin, you strapped and you won't ride, and Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't ride, man Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in [Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga [Verse 4: Young Chris] It's C the young gunner They call me the boy wonder Without that caped crusader That cake is major, uh Nickel plate, stay with it (Uh-huh), except for in school Metal detectors in school But every last nickel get moved Fucked every bad little bitch in the school Good with math, but I skipped it in school Ain't go to shop, but I'm sick with them tools Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school Bucked J's by the locker, come and holler, uh Out on my own, movin' out with that chrome And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even AI It ain't even a business, it's just the way I Get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone Scream beef any day and it's on The same Chris dangerous with an eight in my palm And been paid since the day I was born But these lames think it's a game 'til them things is drawn, uh [Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga Think it's a game 'til them things come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out 'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga |