Play the Game

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Do we drop this? Play the game..

Do we drop this? Do we drop this?

Do-do-do-do-do we drop this?

[Chorus: Anesthesia w/ ad-libs]

You say you wanna play the game

And you wanna state your claim

You're living in your life of fame

And you wanna do ya tha-ang-ang

[Grime]

I got hoes to shake and doughs to make

Niggas act up and I've got bones to break

I'm supposed to take what's mines so I do

Mad fucking ass, big cash and Lex Coupes

The ice with the birds, the house in the suburbs

Ace out-stated to Brook-nam, we laced out

What's the point of beef when our shit stay locked?

We've got payroll cops and niggas that run the block

More big stashes, chickens in the smashes

Gigantic bottles, lies everlasting

Fuck with the Grime and my mind is Zu

You'll be hanging on the rope, nigga feel the clips

See ya mans get fucked up and stuffed with chips

Now what? Can you taste the fifth to ya lips?

Now it's time for setups, dramas, fucking fed up

All ya haters enter, mothafuckas get beret' up

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Break x2: Anesthesia]

You've been in this game for so long

You know you've gotta move on

[Mozart]

I stay in the mix

On the move so quick, the Sugar Shane miss

Can't find me? I'm probably in the lobby, liming

I'm smoking lime green spliffs the size of sugar cane sticks

I hustle weed, stash in a hole in the wall

While I'm outside looking for sales, holding the door

Block hot like an oven would be (so what?)

But I'ma do what I do 'til somebody puts stuff in me

Put my wild life on TV like Discovery

I roll for dolie, get bent like both knees

Squatting to leave the whole building smokey

I do the dew, don't drink soda

Stay armed like the human shoulders

Got you fooled thinking I'm innocent

When I take right to the crime like it's made by intimates

Ladies and gentlemen.. (Dirt McGirt!)

[Chorus]

[Break x2]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Do we drop this shit? Is it funky for you?

Or is it madness? Is it real for you?

Enough hits, party funky for you

Stomp ya feet, makes it smell doo-doo

Rap changes, ya ass on it

Ol' Dirty mothafucka, Dirt bring out no doubt

[Buddha Monk]

Eh-yo we don't want no problems, I ain't got nuts in my pants

But I sure now got the steel that make you do it in any dance

TV breaks critters

We explained on them why the heat takes and dead beats someone's face

You got a problem? Watch the nine solve it

You don't think I'll pop him? Watch the nine pop, BOW!

Nothing to lose as long as I'm rocking the tools

Shocked for the fool, who said it couldn't happen to you?

Eh-yo, Brook-lawn Chronicles shown on channel two

Smoke Jones and he'll beat bones, laughing at you

Pass the punani 'pon the left hand side

The nice dripping sperm left of the eye

Now you gone, ya crew's gone, what went wrong?

You said you some of the tough guys, ya so loose con

[Chorus]

[Break x2]

[Outro: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]

(Roll back, roll back) play the game

(Roll back, roll back) state ya claim

(Roll back, roll back)

(Roll back, roll back)

(Roll back, roll back) so long

(Roll back, roll back) move on

(Roll back, roll back) so long

(Dirt McGirt!.. Dirt McGirt!)