Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - What the Game Made Me

Yeah

[Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z]

I`m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I`m what you lames can`t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck
[repeat 2X]

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I`m wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How can y`all understand the struggle?
It`s hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six
So I outblast til it`s empty clips
And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it`s done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life`s harsh, I know y`all runnin from `caine
but it`ll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that`s profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Memphis Bleek]

Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that`s some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I`m tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that`s, holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game, don`t take shorts
Throw it down it`s a bet, nigga roll hard
til you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily
Til all that remains is me

[Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)]

[Verse Three: Sauce Money]

I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, hoe I don`t know, to get deez
Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
Ain`t nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete`s
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It`s all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
til I`m in the dirt, foul cats like termites
come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain`t nothin changed
except now I push Coupe`s in the dark

[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - What the Game Made Me Yeah [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z] I`m what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I`m what you lames can`t be Live nigga what? Live as fuck [repeat 2X] [Verse One: Jay-Z] Check, live from the 7-1-8 Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight I`m wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle How can y`all understand the struggle? It`s hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six So I outblast til it`s empty clips And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit One life, I gotta make sure it`s done right Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation Ball out, until I fall out Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain Life`s harsh, I know y`all runnin from `caine but it`ll only catch you and track you down With no deal, who you gonna rap to now? Start your own record company, that`s profound Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall [Chorus] [Verse Two: Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six I come through cocky, holdin my dick I never switch shit, cause that`s some bitch shit I get the Bisquick take it to the district cause I could never get rich, and switch my style I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile I`m tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal Respect this young nigga that`s, holdin the torch Preachin shit like the crack game, don`t take shorts Throw it down it`s a bet, nigga roll hard til you got somethin icey, round your neck In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily Til all that remains is me [Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)] [Verse Three: Sauce Money] I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow From umm, hoe I don`t know, to get deez Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke Ain`t nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop or maybe some of the places I shop Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete`s Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life It`s all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood til I`m in the dirt, foul cats like termites come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain`t nothin changed except now I push Coupe`s in the dark [Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни What the Game Made Me: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2402.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Friend or Foe `98 » Jay-Z - Dead Presidents II » Jay-Z - What the Game Made Me » Jay-Z - Can I Live » Jay-Z - Hova Song (Intro) » Jay-Z - This Can`t Be Life » Jay-Z - Hola` Hovito » Jay-Z - It`s Hot (Some Like it Hot) » Jay-Z - A Million and 1 Questions (Extended) » Jay-Z - Jigga My Nigga (bonus) » Jay-Z - Streets is Watching soundtrack » Jay-Z - Shake Ya Body » Jay-Z - Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) » Jay-Z - Girl`s Best Friend » Jay-Z - Naked » Jay-Z - The Ruler`s Back » Jay-Z - Poppin` Tags » Jay-Z - Soon You`ll Understand » Jay-Z - Heart Of The City (Ain`t No Love) » Jay-Z - Imaginary Player Рекомендуем скачать: » с аккордами Янка Дягилева - Придет вода » Самарский Юрий - ДЕСЯТЬ ДО ЗВОНКА » Света - Вернись, моя любовь » с аккордами Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Менуэт » с аккордами Мумий Тролль - Невеста? » Стас Намин - Мы вам честно сказать хотим » с аккордами Червона Рута - Не говори им ничего » Светлана Мель - А за окном прохожие все те же... » с аккордами Тараканы - Когда звонит Биг-Бен » с аккордами Ночные Снайперы - Осени хочу » Светлана Смагина - Урок пения » Сектор Газа - Рассказ, услышанный в автокомбинате » с аккордами Сплин - Hевский пpоспект » с аккордами Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - 20000 » Сергей Матвеенко - Тапер » с аккордами Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Про моржа » с аккордами Евгений Крылатов - Кто на новенького » с аккордами Сектор Газа - Туман » София Ротару - Вкус любви » с аккордами Ковчег, Ольга Арефьева - Сороконожка
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