Jay-Z - What The Game Made Me Lyrics
YeahIntro/chorus: jay-zI'm what the game made meNot what the fame made meNo amount of money can change meI'm what you lames can't beLive nigga what? live as *****(repeat 2x)Verse one: jay-zCheck, live from the 7-1-8Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weightI'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, knock my hustleHow can y'all understand the struggle?It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mixKnowin i outclass three-e niggaz in the sixSo i outblast til it's empty clipsAnd i outlast niggaz, survival of the fitOne life, i gotta make sure it's done rightCause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnationBall out, until i fall outStick thick chicks, try to tear they wall outHard to think about your future with, nothin to gainHard to concentrate on school with stomach painLife's harsh, i know y'all runnin from 'caineBut it'll only catch you and track you downWith no deal, who you gonna rap to now?Start your own record company, that's profoundLive niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the warJive niggaz gonna crumble and fallChorusVerse two: memphis bleekAiyyo whether in the pinto, or rollin in the sixI come through *****y, holdin my dickI never switch shit, cause that's some ***** shitI get the bisquick take it to the districtCause i could never get rich, and switch my styleI just cop a little hurt, to the mercantileI'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flowGettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principalRespect this young nigga that's, holdin the torchPreachin shit like the crack game, don't take shortsThrow it down it's a bet, nigga roll hardTil you got somethin icey, round your neckIn this concrete jungle get rich or remain humbleNever speak the biz, at worst i might mumbleNiggaz test it i spit guns, angrilyTil all that remains is meChorus (by memphis bleek instead of jay-z)Verse three: sauce moneyI went from no dough to show dough to money to blowFrom umm, hoe i don't know, to get deezNever, "excuse me miss," ***** please, never try to provokeSame disrespectful cat i was when i was brokeAin't nuttin changed baby but the different faces i stopOr maybe some of the places i shopNow that i run through tracks like cleets with a airFor some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at pete's***** the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my lifeIt's all good, here i come kid, dead to the hoodTil i'm in the dirt, foul cats like termitesCome out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paperDead niggaz react later while the cancer spreadTeach a team how to scheme before they answer leadYou know me, i used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changedExcept now i push coupe's in the darkChorus (sauce money instead of jay-z)
