On and On

Hook:

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

[DMX]

The game don't stop it goes on and on

Ain't a damn thing changed just because I was gone

I be robbing mad niggas in the street for loot

Since there ain't no money in jail, I'm taking sneakers or boots

Inmates is getting bust wide open over jew-els

Names rings two bells, so large I got two cells

On the Island it was strictly a bing thing

Niggas know the half, from the L to Sing Sing

Ding Ding! Another knock out on the lockout

Money was kinda big so I bought the soap and sock out

Hit him up quick and ran up in his cell

Robbed him and scared the motherfucker to tell

C.Os give a nigga respect, they know my style

I'm going all out with two fifths running wild

I'll play the low until it's time to do what I gotta do

So just hope I ain't scheming on you

Hook:

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

[DMX]

First get knocked off, coming through the bullpen

A nigga running his mouth, about how he had pull when

Another nigga tries his hand he bitches up

And that'll be a nigga, that the doctors stitches up

You know a nigga pussy when he says that "I'm

Not really looking for trouble, I just wanna do my time"

Fucks me up, don't turn into a Christian now

The Lord won't save that ass when I take your chow

But after that it'll be aight shorty, shit'll be merry

Just wash my clothes and give up the commissary

Bitches that I used to fuck with it is cut off

I got enough on my mind, doing time Up North

Hold up, I got my eye on these white guys

One of them got on a pair of Timbs and they my size

You know what happens next, I ain't even have to say it

Wherever I'm at, that's how I play it

Hook:

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

[DMX]

Tiiiiiimes up, I'm playing the gate, watching the clock

On my way out, trade in my soap and sock for a Glock

Back on the block, seeing a lot of new faces

Which means more money from a lot of new places

I give a nigga every reason to trust me

But if you don't want to get robbed you better bust heat

Bumped into a nigga, I remember from up top

Looked him up and down (AIYYO), "What's up Hobb?"

In jail he was washing draws and shit

Now that we both out, money gots to be a Vic

A crab nigga so it's only right I shit on him

Should I smack him first, or sick the Pit on him

He said he's got a whole block and he's running it

I played him like he played hisself, had him sonning it

Take it from a real nigga whose word is bond

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

Hook:

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on

On and on, on and on

The game don't stop, it goes on and on