Lirik Lagu Rap Game/Crack Game - Jay-Z
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Uhh...Uhh yeahWon't stop niggaz"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" > NasJigga! Feel mePeople told ya motherfuckers told ya"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" > ?Uhh Roc a FellaGeyeah
We treat this rap shit just like handlin weightWhat they want we give it to em what they abandon we takeHit a rapper with consignment let him know it's at stakePut his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cakeWhen it's hot, get on my money spot in every stateLike the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gateBut first we scope shit, advertise in every areaLet the fiends know hey, we got some dope shitGon' need a middle man, so we look to radioLet em test the product, give em a promo showJust a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibeThen we drop a maxi single and charge em two for fiveAin't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clienteleSo when the album drops the first weeks it's on saleBut when demand grows it's time to expand yoYou don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> Nas"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> ?(repeat 3X)
Ge-ge-geyeahI got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerkGot your whole block now, pumpin my workMy CD's is like keys for you Willie's wholike to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two'sAnd my singles like gems, you know the treysGet you high for a while, but the, high don't stayYou need another fix, you better cop these last two bricksCause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shitNever pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-upYou know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook upJust blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kotaThey know my shit stretch without the baking sodaWent from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a keyPriority's work wasn't right so I switched factoriesNow I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game lockedNow watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> Nas"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> ?(repeat 4X)
*cuts and scratches*
We treat this rap shit just like handlin weightWhat they want we give it to em what they abandon we takeHit a rapper with consignment let him know it's at stakePut his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cakeWhen it's hot, get on my money spot in every stateLike the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gateBut first we scope shit, advertise in every areaLet the fiends know hey, we got some dope shitGon' need a middle man, so we look to radioLet em test the product, give em a promo showJust a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibeThen we drop a maxi single and charge em two for fiveAin't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clienteleSo when the album drops the first weeks it's on saleBut when demand grows it's time to expand yoYou don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> Nas"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> ?(repeat 3X)
Ge-ge-geyeahI got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerkGot your whole block now, pumpin my workMy CD's is like keys for you Willie's wholike to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two'sAnd my singles like gems, you know the treysGet you high for a while, but the, high don't stayYou need another fix, you better cop these last two bricksCause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shitNever pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-upYou know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook upJust blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kotaThey know my shit stretch without the baking sodaWent from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a keyPriority's work wasn't right so I switched factoriesNow I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game lockedNow watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha
"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> Nas"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> ?(repeat 4X)
*cuts and scratches*
