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  • Текст песни Common - The Game - 143

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    (feat. Kanye West)

    [Chorus - Samples]
    "It's only right that I address this..."
    "Gotta be in it to win it..."
    "I never come lame type killin in the game..."
    "Now... 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..."
    "Hot music..."

    [Verse One]
    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
    You don't know it like you gotta go the distance
    Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the Game

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Two]
    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

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]
    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 heralds
    Find your own, walking by themself in the street
    The young die of cancer, I stop eating meat
    Greet the gods on 87th street 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

    [Chorus]

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