Released: May 22, 2007
Songwriter: Common Kanye West Soul Ekos
Producer: Kanye West
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 1]
Raised by game where niggas ain't phased by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of whack my soul sticks to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bitchin-ass rich kids
Who don't know in life you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the Game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 2]
I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick and I lasted past these rat bastards
They try to box me in like Cassius Clay
Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
Opposing the fascist, make cuts and got gashes
Scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab hits to rappers
Whose careers now ashes it's too many slashes
In his name, came in the game these gun-clappers
From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
I seen 'em dashing smash hits
I yell run nigga run while I cook up classics
The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas
Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend
Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 3]
I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever
From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
Selling weed out of cleaners
From rocks to barber shops and beemers
Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh
GOOD bring business to the hood like Harolds
Five year olds walking by them self in the street
The young die of cancer, I stop eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th St. like peace
Even though it's war to G, got 'em facing the east
The game ain't tasting as sweet
Cats flow is still, and they complacent with beats
My radio station is deep, so eff 'em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 1]
Raised by game where niggas ain't phased by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the flame
Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of whack my soul sticks to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bitchin-ass rich kids
Who don't know in life you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the Game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 2]
I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick and I lasted past these rat bastards
They try to box me in like Cassius Clay
Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
Opposing the fascist, make cuts and got gashes
Scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab hits to rappers
Whose careers now ashes it's too many slashes
In his name, came in the game these gun-clappers
From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
I seen 'em dashing smash hits
I yell run nigga run while I cook up classics
The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas
Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend
Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
[Verse 3]
I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever
From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
Selling weed out of cleaners
From rocks to barber shops and beemers
Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh
GOOD bring business to the hood like Harolds
Five year olds walking by them self in the street
The young die of cancer, I stop eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th St. like peace
Even though it's war to G, got 'em facing the east
The game ain't tasting as sweet
Cats flow is still, and they complacent with beats
My radio station is deep, so eff 'em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Like—like—like—like—like" "I get busy"
"It's only right that I address this"
"Gotta be in it to win it"
"I never come lame, type killin' in the game"
"Our music..."
more tracks from the album
Can’t Tell Me Nothing
- Can’t Tell Me Nothing
- Throw Some D’s (Interlude)
- Friday Morning, May 25th, 2007
- Hater Family
- Stay Up! (Viagra) [Snippet]
- Stronger [Snippet]
- Pro Nails (Snippet)
- Southside (Snippet)
- In the Mood (Snippet)
- Because of You (Remix) [Snippet]
- Get’cha Some (Snippet)
- Dreaming Of Your Love
- Porno (Interlude)
- Us Placers
- Throw Some D’s
- The Game
- The People
- Don’t Forget Em
- Young Folks
- Getcha Some
- Buy U a Drank (Shawty Snappin’) [Remix]
- C.O.L.O.U.R.S.
- Interviews (Interlude)
- Buy You a Drank (Remix) [Snippet]
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- Can’t Tell Me Nothing (2007)
- Finding Forever (2007)
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