In the Game

I bounced out the house about a quarter to three I grabbed my cellular phone, some bumblebee from M-D's Playa-haters on the block, it don't matter to me I make G's they all recognize the P Popped in that B.I.G. coz "it was all a dream" All a scheme to run with the ballin' team I run through money like a counting machine Stay clean in the collar, might whip up outtie in a Saleen Sip that Hennessy from here to Tennessee And anywhere in between, got Lynk Crew on the scene Bet they got true playas in all the states But it's that Bay Area brother from the ballin' state I been a hustlin-ass soldier since 83, wait and see Old school partners they'll be hating me Playa-haters lay awake to "Creep" like TLC Straight up, "I Saw it Coming" like EPMD Let's hear it for the cream, the triple-beam and the whole ball team Paper-chase by all means All these nationwide ballers they be callin' me, mang Got them stories for sale, I'm in the game, boy In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game, makin' mail In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale) (repeat) Pay me a visit to Valle-Jo and even though I'm not from there I got partners that recognize a Lynk Crew playa A ghetto star, cleaner than the Board of Health With a radar you still couldn't see me like Stealth So I'm out to the bone, I knew him from the "Money On" days [?] He used to clown but tell me, "be about your money always" Wattup killer? Why you ain't hollered at me? Had to move up, no more Towallamie Street What you know? I went from hustlin' to having it major Puffin' bumblebee and reminiscing life on the razor Used to look like only hard times was comin' my way Now it's hard rhymes and Alize everyday It's pimpin', I had to finally lay my cards on the table You ain't mackin' unless you got nine more in your stable No more jail, double-digits, thousands on bail In the game, makin' mail, got my stories for sale In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game, makin' mail In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale) (repeat) 1-9 to the 9-5 I'm in the game like EA Sports In it 'till I'm finished to win it and I'll never fall short On the ball, calling the game, mang, having things well Player campaigning from the Bay to the A-T-L Say we bail to a mid party, sidin' the Vette Bet I'll have you going buck wild, drippin' in sweat Cause the kid got 'nuff styles, give me much respect They call me, "Airtight Eddie" the game is tough to check I think back on how it used to be struggling for green Had to juggle between hustlin' and living my dream Bustin' raps in the bathroom, dreaming 'bout wealth Can't nobody give it to me, gots to make it myself So now who put this together? Nigga, me, that's who Who do I trust? Who? Not you if it ain't Lynk Crew A young troop doing it for my soldiers in jail In the game, stackin' mail, got my stories for sale In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game, makin' mail In the game (I'm in the game, boy!) In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale) (repeat) [outro] Yiddo yiddo The game gets thick on that you can bet A real true to the game playa for sho' gone stack chips Ha ha ha, yiddo That's why I continue to represent And fo' sho' get all the wealth I can get Till my dyin' day I remain a Lynk Crew soldier And it's Young Ray Luv for the 1-99-5, represent Playa' campaigning all year, ha ha, you know? An' I'm out [OG#1] (deep inhale) I'mma tell you right now [OG#2] Wuzzat? [OG#1] If the nigga got a phony tape, I'mma beat the nigga ass when I see 'im [OG#2] Nigga, pass the motherfuckin' joint! [OG#1] I'mma pass it motherfucker just wait for a minute! [OG#2] Hurry the fuck up! [OG#1] I wanna hear this shit! [OG#2] Shit [OG#1] The last tape he had was some cool shit [OG#2] Yeah, was cool [OG#1] But a motherfucker don't want to hear all that ol' heeby shit [OG#2] Fuck nah!