[Chorus: Saint Nick]
    Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
    I bang out 'til your brains hang out..
    .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
    Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
    I bang out 'til your brains hang out..
    .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
    
    [Beanie Sigel]
    It was a, full moon in the beginnin of March
    Bout the end of Winter '74
    The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin women
    Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac doors
    Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
    You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
    Niggaz wanna LoJack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
    I pimps up, smack my bitches
    You wanna fuck trick your bitches
    I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
    Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
    You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys?
    Crack topic, back block it
    Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
    Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
    Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket (bitch)
    It's not a game, prick
    
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    [Jay-Z]
    Straight gangsta nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
    Straight gangsta nigga.. yeah
    They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
    Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
    Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin my mink up
    Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
    Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin that stink up
    It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
    Makes me a, mathematician about my math
    Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap with precision
    Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
    Now divide yourself and slide
    I, young Vito, voice of the young people
    Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
    Took it where few went, made a few cents
    Don't call me Hov' no more, call me _The Blueprint_
    Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) sold soap (and) sold rap (and)
    bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that??
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Freeway]
    Purpose for man - worship Allah, then you die
    Purpose of my gun - run in yo' shop and take pies
    Purpose of my son - raise him to do the same
    Clip blazin it through your brains
    Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
    Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
    Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
    And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
    Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
    where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
    Dependin on the dope size, we slide it from (?) size
    With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
    They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and
    don't think cause I rap that I won't (?)
    Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and drive-by men
    Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas tank
    Hoes on the strip, bringin that cash in
    
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    [Lil Chris]
    It's C the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
    Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
    Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
    Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
    Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
    Good with math but I skipped it in school
    Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
    Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
    Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
    Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
    And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
    It ain't even a business, it's just the way I
    get it consistantly, flip it until the day I'm gone
    Scream beef any day and it's on
    The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
    And been paid since the day I was born
    But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
    
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