Play The Game

(*Prod. by Popa Chief)

[** feat. Anesthesia, Grime, Mozart, Ol' Dirty Bastard:]

[Intro: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard~]

Do we drop this? Play the game..*

Do we drop this? Do we drop this?

Do-do-do-do-do we drop this?

[Chorus: ~Anesthesia~ *{w/ ad-libs*}]

You say you wanna play the game

And you wanna state your claim

You're living in your life of fame

And you wanna do ya tha-ang-ang

[Grime:]

I got hoes to shake and doughs to make

Niggaz act up and I've got bones to break

I'm supposed to take what's mines so I do

Mad fucking ass, big cash and Lex Coupes

The ice with the birds, the house in the suburbs

Ace out-stated to Brook-nam, we laced out

What's the point of beef when our shit stay locked?

We've got payroll cops and niggaz that run the block

More big stashes, chickens in the smashes

Gigantic bottles, lies everlasting

Fuck with the Grime and my mind is Zu

You'll be hanging on the rope, nigga feel the clips

See ya mans get fucked up and stuffed with chips

Now what? Can you taste the fifth to ya lips?

Now it's time for setups, dramas, fucking fed up

All ya haters enter, mothafuckas get beret' up

Come on!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Break (2x): ~Anesthesia~]

You've been in this game for so long

You know you've gotta move on

[Mozart:]

I stay in the mix

On the move so quick, the Sugar Shane miss

Can't find me? I'm probably in the lobby, liming

I'm smoking lime green spliffs the size of sugar cane sticks

I hustle weed, stash in a hole in the wall

While I'm outside looking for sales, holding the door

Block hot like an oven would be (so what?)

But I'ma do what I do 'til somebody puts stuff in me

Put my wild life on TV like Discovery

I roll for dolie, get bent like both knees

Squatting to leave the whole building smokey

I do the dew, don't drink soda

Stay armed like the human shoulders

Got you fooled thinking I'm innocent

When I take right to the crime like it's made by intimates

Ladies and gentlemen.. (Dirt McGirt!)

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Repeat Break (2x):]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]

Do we drop this shit? Is it funky for you?

Or is it madness? Is it real for you?

Enough hits, party funky for you

Stomp ya feet, makes it smell doo-doo