In The Game

Ray Luv

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    I bounced out the house about a quarter to three
    I grabbed my cellular phone, some bumblebee from M-D's
    Playa-haters on the block, it don't matter to me
    I make G's they all recognize the P
    Popped in that B.I.G. cause "it was all a dream"
    All a scheme to run with the ballin' team
    I run through money like a counting machine
    Stay clean in the collar, might whip up outtie in a Saleen
    Sip that Hennessy from here to Tennessee
    And anywhere in between, got Lynk Crew on the scene
    Bet they got true playas in all the states
    But it's that Bay Area brother from the ballin' state
    I been a hustlin-ass soldier since 83, wait and see
    Old school partners they'll be hating me
    Playa-haters lay awake to "Creep" like TLC
    Straight up, "I Saw it Coming" like EPMD
    Let's hear it for the cream, the triple-beam and the whole ball team
    Paper-chase by all means
    All these nationwide ballers they be callin' me, mang
    Got them stories for sale, I'm in the game, boy

    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game, makin' mail
    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)
    [repeat]

    Pay me a visit to Valle-Jo and even though I'm not from there
    I got partners that recognize a Lynk Crew playa
    A ghetto star, cleaner than the Board of Health
    With a radar you still couldn't see me like Stealth
    So I'm out to the bone, I knew him from the "Money On" days [? ]
    He used to clown but tell me, "be about your money always"
    Wattup killer? Why you ain't hollered at me?
    Had to move up, no more Towallamie Street
    What you know? I went from hustlin' to having it major
    Puffin' bumblebee and reminiscing life on the razor
    Used to look like only hard times was comin' my way
    Now it's hard rhymes and Alize everyday
    It's pimpin', I had to finally lay my cards on the table
    You ain't mackin' unless you got nine more in your stable
    No more jail, double-digits, thousands on bail
    In the game, makin' mail, got my stories for sale

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    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game, makin' mail
    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)
    [repeat]

    1-9 to the 9-5 I'm in the game like EA Sports
    In it 'till I'm finished to win it and I'll never fall short
    On the ball, calling the game, mang, having things well
    Player campaigning from the Bay to the A-T-L
    Say we bail to a mid party, sidin' the Vette
    Bet I'll have you going buck wild, drippin' in sweat
    Cause the kid got 'nuff styles, give me much respect
    They call me, "Airtight Eddie" the game is tough to check
    I think back on how it used to be struggling for green
    Had to juggle between hustlin' and living my dream
    Bustin' raps in the bathroom, dreaming 'bout wealth
    Can't nobody give it to me, gots to make it myself
    So now who put this together? Nigga, me, that's who
    Who do I trust? Who? Not you if it ain't Lynk Crew
    A young troop doing it for my soldiers in jail
    In the game, stackin' mail, got my stories for sale

    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game, makin' mail
    In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)
    In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)
    [repeat]

    [Outro:]
    Yiddo yiddo
    The game gets thick on that you can bet
    A real true to the game playa for sho' gone stack chips
    Ha ha ha, yiddo
    That's why I continue to represent
    And fo' sho' get all the wealth I can get
    Till my dyin' day I remain a Lynk Crew soldier
    And it's Young Ray Luv for the 1-99-5, represent
    Playa' campaigning all year, ha ha, you know?
    An' I'm out

    [OG#1:] (deep inhale) I'mma tell you right now
    [OG#2:] Wuzzat?
    [OG#1:] If the nigga got a phony tape, I'mma beat the nigga xxx when I see 'I'm
    [OG#2:] Nigga, pass the motherfuckin' joint!
    [OG#1:] I'mma pass it xxxxxxxxxxxx just wait for a minute!
    [OG#2:] Hurry the xxxx up!
    [OG#1:] I wanna hear this shit!
    [OG#2:] Shit
    [OG#1:] The last tape he had was some cool shit
    [OG#2:] Yeah, was cool
    [OG#1:] But a xxxxxxxxxxxx don't want to hear all that ol' heeby shit
    [OG#2:] xxxx nah!

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