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It's In The Game
You know I'm bout it bout it What? Huh? You know Huh? It's like, you don't limit yourself to one thing Your mama Got to broaden your horizons Broaden your joints Keep your eyes on the
prize The
struggle goes on Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Eryday And I'ma live it through my music (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) You know how we do Choose or lose from it [Verse One: Method Man] Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written in windy cities like Chicago, no bullshhhh You see me spittin at the
kitten with the
lost mitten As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin The
penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus in pursuit of gold lines, can a
n---a touch it If I
can't see ya can't truss it A
shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a
plush rug-ged *mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff bone Draggin your body out the
end zone And any way the
wind blow that's where you flow That's why you be the
first one caught, last to know Body layin out on the
flo', substitute Heavy players from the
run and shoot, we open do' Third and long, quarterback pack the
cannon on I
go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I
touch-down Six points, what now? Once again who comin through in the
clutch now, perfect strangerous Ever since I
came with this, and wrecked a
body You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous Offensive shotgun Calm in the
pocket I
got one, in the
milli gun Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the
game You win some you lose some (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah) You win some you lose some (uhh!) it's in the
game ... (yeah) You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the
game [Verse Two: Ricky Watters] From the
football field (It's in the
game You win some you lose some, it's in the
game) To the
mountain, yaknowhatI'msayin? (That's how it goes son, that's how it goes You win some you lose some, it's in the
game) Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin, I'm stylin A
funky type of style with the
lyrical incision S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack Sippin cognac, while I
vibe off this funky track Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the
Carter, but smarter So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I
pound In your earpiece I'm the
beast To say the
least, we must increase, the
peace But keep it real, so I
can feel, the
skills Funky fresh rhymes I
will build so I
kill and thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips Doin backflips, it's another hit Come take a
sip, of the
running Watters Lyrically I
slaughter, mentally I
author the
rhymes that you feel to the
map Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols Who it be? It be I, the
n---a with the
chinky eyes From NY, city we committee we gets busy With killa beez on the
swarm Lyrically we storm, mentally a
lord Verbally I
bomb (boom!), guard your grill It's the
man that chill, run for the
hills from Grassvile Drillin rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff Another TV, and they loved it (You win some you lose some, that's how it go son You win some you lose some, that's in the
game You win some you lose some, that's how it go son You win some you lose some, that's in the
game It's in the
game You win some you lose some, it's in the
game It's in the
game, it's in the
game, it's in the
game, it's in the
game)
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