Kool G Rap – Know Da Game lyrics

[Featuring




Mobb Deep cool G Rap M O.P.].(Mobb

Deep) Shit

is real on the muthafucking hill God Times

is hard visons blurred kid I can't see far Thinking

will I be the next nigga deceased Over

some bullshit beef I pack heat Son

it's '96 and I ain't going out like that Never

roll a dollo 'cause my crew got my back And

it's a fact niggas don't know how to act Till

I cop back react leave 'em laying on they back Sometime

I try to maintain and chill Stop

my brain from thinking restrain, from grabbing my steal I'm

stressed out trying, to live right on the wrong route Thinking

of ways to get loot in large amounts So

I chill on the block nigga, respect mines A

?giver wit the nets and? the muthafucking tech nines So

pack steel if you come through front, if you want to Before

you do so, let me warn you We

more infamous crime, shit take, it to the gat Fuck

the rhyme shit you, reminded of what the nine did Remanded

QBC, then, left stranded We

cock cannons punishing, and back handing Chorus(2x)

(M

O.P).In

order to survive the game Know

the game Hold

your name And

let them niggas know The

way to win the war Attend

the war End

the war And

let your hammer go (Kool

G Rap). Yo

I'll, leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted And

police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket another, statistic I

try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district I

don't know why the fuck you risk it I

be more deep walking, the streets packing, the heat Bring

the cowmeat you'll, lifted off your feet and leave you sleeping on

the

concrete Get

blown at home or whatever is on your bone Get

to flown to your dome blow, chromosones out your flesh and bones Hitman

for hire who's, the next one to expire Shoot

it up in black attire hit, you wit the rapid fire The

stainless bisket will leave your brain smoking Your

whole frame broken and clothes soaken head, blown the fuck open Try

to step inside of fort and get caught Wit

the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York The

decompose blood, flows are holes in your clothes eyes, closed Body

be frozed posing, for pictures with a rose Head

to your toes look, like you got wetted with a hose The

road you choose got your brain drain through your nose nigga, So

who be committing crimes dangerous, minds put, two to your spine Lay

you behind enemy lines When

we cross it and leave you like a broken faucet The

underworld production family can reinforce it (Mobb

Deep) Yo

when, shit get real it, ain't what you expected Me

and kikos are known to get hectic Only

to wreck shit many, slugs in all directions Make

you see the light when my shot makes connections Niggas

get their face split in section Shooked

using, ice grilled looks for they protection We

?saw everything? you fear And

indulging in crime-filled atmosphere This

shit ain't nuttin' new it's, only things that we used to We

used to stick niggas on the F through to The

E train when, it's time to recruit I

humble on the D train see, my man D Don't, need to purchase my cocaine

Word

to my newborn seed A

nigga gotta make loot to support greed On

the wildside of the fence the, shit is on the verge of explosion It's

so cold you, might get frozen If

you leave yourself vulnerable and time lasping Fools

collasping and caught up in gun clapping No

matter who you are if you know many faces I

don't discriminate my, shot bleed all races And

coaches we, sorts like vultures Eating

your insides like ulcers and pour niggas closer nigga Chorus