[Chorus Marsha Of FLoetry]
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To everybody who knows my story
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To all those who came before me
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My time is now, i'm gonna do it all over again
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Ain't nothin' new, ain't nothin' changed
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I'm still gonna do it my way
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I still remain, so tell me why you hate the game?
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oh no oh no
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so tell me why you hate the game?
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oh no no no
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this time i'll do it better just because
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[Nas]
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Y'all know who it is...
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The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it..
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Can't hate us....
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Felon...
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[Verse 1]
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Vice behind me on the intersection,
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Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
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Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
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Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
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Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy,
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Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby,
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And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
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Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles,
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Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin',
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Witnessin' you rockin' with narcs, confirmed my suspicion,
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Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em,
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I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
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And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
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And still I don't abort 'emm when and if they sink quick,
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Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
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And pray to feds, let Murder Inc. live...
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[Chorus Marsha Of FLoetry]
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To everybody who knows my story
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To all those who came before me
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My time is now, i'm gonna do it all over again (some how)
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Ain't nothin' new ain't nothin' changed
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I'm still gonna do it my way
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I still remain, so tell me why you hate the game?
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No love lost, I do it just because
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This time I'll do it better just because
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[The Game]
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I don't talk about my guns, nigga I just blaze....
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[Verse 2]
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'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin',
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While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin',
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To every nigga listenin'
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I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
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And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole,
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And Cam got shot inside his lambo', example, life is a gamble,
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15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo',
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Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle,
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I rekindled the flame,
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Dre created The Game,
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Nigga with a attitude from the cloth I came,
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Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
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Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
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Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
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Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, Nigga
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[Chorus Marsha Of FLoetry]
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To everybody who knows my story
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To all who those came before me
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My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again (some how)
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Ain't nothin' new ain't nothin' changed
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I'm still gonna do it my way
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I still remain, so tell me why you hate the game?
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No love lost, I do it just because
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So tell me why you hate the game?
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[The Game Verse 3]
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Check it, Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me,
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I even pas the dutchie to them niggas that don't love me,
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I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top,
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Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not,
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I'll fuck you rap niggas like virgins,
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Dre took my training wheels off. It's curtains.
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I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
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The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
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The ending of yours, the endin of his,
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Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz,
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Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line,
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Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines,
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And I still think about my nigga from time to time,
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Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind,
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But I just hold back cuz we ain't beefin' like that,
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He ain't Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
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One love.(echoe)
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[Chorus Marsha Of FLoetry]
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To everybody who knows my story
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To all those who came before me
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My time is now, i'm gonna do it all over again (some how)
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Ain't nothin' new ain't nothin changed
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| I'm still gonna do it my way |
