Intro(Unknown) This is a DJ Skee street grind world premiere Verse 1(The Game) I challenge you to walk on this road many have tried to proceed from
译文: 游戏. 走在街上.
so I aint screwing with it Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah the streets is
from everyone I love and say goodbye now I'm the princess of a downtown train where everybody here, they know my game but when I walk down the street
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street
the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game
out lookin' for that brass ring Uhh, New York feel it in they gut 'Cause if Jay comin' back, then the world need Puff Emotional bond to the game, I'
it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street
we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is war Lord, I'm the answer without a question No evidence, no possession Stop stressing, shit, I got moves to make Streets
thank Him Therefore He lifteths me up So I don't see no haters Well, let me get this shit in order, I got somethin' for you You ever seen a black man walk
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe,
, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
name is Puff It ain't my fault ya dane corrupt We went form Henny To Remi to Moe to Belve to The game is us, we gettin' money motherfucker And the game
pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street
ain't offerin' I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin' Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game
is my sect, guess my religion Colors My pants are sagging' braided hair Suckers stare but I don't care My game ain't knowledge, my game's fear I've
to this Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist Boom, bam, I drop fat slang When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game When I was young, I used to roll with a street
