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Jay-Z

Rap Game / Crack Game

 

Rap Game / Crack Game

(album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - 1997)


Uh
Uh, yeah
Won't stop niggas
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game"
Jigga! Feel me!
Pa-pause, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
Uh, Roc-A-Fella
Geyeah

We treat this rap shit just like, handling weight
What they want we give it to 'em, what they abandon we take
Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
Let 'em test the product, give 'em a promo show
Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
Then we drop a maxi single and charge 'em two for five
Ain't trying to, kill 'em at first just, building clientele
So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
You don't want no garbage papi, it's ten grand per blow, for sure

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"

Ge-ge-geyeah
I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumping my work
My CDs is like keys for you Willie's who
Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-twos
And my singles like gems, you know the treys
Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
'Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
Never pitching for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my shit is fish-scale, y'all niggas is cook up
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Dakota
They know my shit stretch without the baking soda
Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, papa

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game"
"See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke"

done

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