Think It’s A Game

[Intro: Saint Nick]

Yeah

Gangster, gangster

Ooh

Gangster

Ah

Ooh

[Chorus: Saint Nick]

Think it's a game 'til them things come out ('Til them things come out)

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (When them things come out)

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]

It was a full moon in the beginning of March, 'bout the end of winter '74

The gangster was born

Introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women, cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors

Who choosin' hoes, you losin' your hoes, you niggas loose with your hoes

Motherfucker, y'all ain't used to no hoes

Niggas 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, you's a car thief

Nigga, where your car keys?

Crack topic, back block it

Thirty-one long, blacktop it

You can't stop it, gat top it

Black MAC, black Glock it, blast rocket

Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket (Bitch)

It's not a game, prick

[Chorus: Saint Nick & Jay-Z]

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (Straight gangster nigga)

Think it's a game 'til them things come out (Uh, uh, uh)

I bang out 'til your brains hang out (Straight gangster nigga)

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

They call me Hov' the hustler, dough doubler

Drove customers crazy in the late '80s, early '90s

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 ho 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: Saint Nick]

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

[Verse 3: Freeway]

Purpose of man, worship Allah, then you die

Purpose of my gun, run in your 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 Dīn or not

Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops

Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop

Dependin' on the dope size, we slide up from both sides

With hammers with hollows, you peel, we follow with both rides, and

They killed your cousin, you strapped and you won't ride, and

Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't ride, man

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

[Chorus: Saint Nick]

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

[Verse 4: Young Chris]

It's C the young gunner

They call me the boy wonder

Without that caped crusader

That cake is major, uh

Nickel plate, stay with it (Uh-huh), except for in school

Metal detectors in school

But every last nickel get moved

Fucked every bad little bitch in the school

Good with math, but I skipped it in school

Ain't go to shop, but I'm sick with them tools

Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school

Bucked J's by the locker, come and holler, uh

Out on my own, movin' out with that chrome

And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even AI

It ain't even a business, it's just the way I

Get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone

Scream beef any day and it's on

The same Chris dangerous with an eight in my palm

And been paid since the day I was born

But these lames think it's a game 'til them things is drawn, uh

[Chorus: Saint Nick]

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga

Think it's a game 'til them things come out

I bang out 'til your brains hang out

'Cause you're fuckin' with a gangster nigga, a gangster nigga