Текст песни The Big Game feat. Raekwon & AC - Inspectah Deck feat. Raekwon & AC
Yeah,
major
players
of
the
game,
still
swinging
I'm
up
to
bat
again,
ya'll
already
know
Barry
Bonds
flow,
out
of
the
park
with
it
(Mental
Instruments)
Let's
go
You
run
through
the
competition,
they
treat
you
like
a
champ
When
you
winning
and
you
make
it
to
the
big
game
Dive
in
a
pile
of
riches,
fly
bitches
Chain
fridged
when
you,
make
it
to
the
big
game
Get
money,
big
money,
big
fame
Spot
packed
out,
and
the
fans
entertained
They
like
me,
we
go
hard
when
we
play
And
that's
how
the
fuck
you
get
to
make
it
to
the
big
game
Early
on
the
paper
route,
blood
on
my
hands
Cannons
and
lasers
out
Cool
as
a
fan
standing
in
Satan's
house
Show
'em
what
my
name
about,
boss
of
myself
Turning
your
lady
out,
talk
is
cheap,
shut
up,
pay
me
now
Hands
on
the
dice
work,
stopping
your
bank
Shorty
you're
light
work,
Comic
View
rap
making
my
side
hurt
Talent's
in
the
mic
worse,
drama
to
rank
Feels
like
my
life
cursed,
down
to
go
out
What's
the
price
worth?
Seats
leaning
with
the
rod
held
tight
In
the
BMW
g'ing
with
the
Roswell
lights
I
spit
gemstars,
splitting
your
dome
and
I
double
up
Everything,
heavy
swing,
bringing
'em
home
So
I'm
sitting
like
a
king
on
the
throne,
like
I
used
to
be
The
right
hand,
now
I
got
a
thing
on
my
own
Showing
love
for
all
my
ringers
home,
quoting
my
name
You
niggas
been
a
clone,
homie
can't
swing
in
my
zone
Revolvers
with
the
lazy
eye,
late
for
my
plate
frame
You
crazy
fly,
screw
the
tip
off,
jump
in
the
baby
I
More
papers,
law
makers,
all
of
us
jaw
breakers
is
on
Vaticans
in
action
in
all
ages
All
my
teams
armored,
from
all
the
way
to
bulletproof
socks
Hit
me
in
the
calf,
it's
no
option
I
won't
fold,
destined
to
make
bail
Call
up
my
Norfolk
niggas,
tip
that
bill,
we
can't
play
jail
No
time
for
RICOs,
kids
ego
Fucked
up
the
game,
that's
like
sticking
your
eye
next
to
the
peephole
The
next
generation
of
dumb
niggas,
we
built
the
legacy
These
bum
niggas,
got
invaded
by
slum
niggas
All
mine
battling,
we
gonna
battle
for
mansions
Branson
and
more
bottles
of
Gallo
A
villain
slash
genetleman,
blowing
with
nine
thousand
Indians
I'm
the
chief,
this
the
millennium
After
all
that
I
been
through,
critiquing
all
that
the
kid
do
The
moral
though,
I'mma
continue
We
hungry,
son,
you
ain't
seen
gully
You
Wesley
at
the
Carter,
New
Jack
City,
you
G-Money
I
beast
money,
feet
stay
fresh
off
the
runway
Hotter
than
a
summer
day
sunray,
I
must
say
Truth
like
a
Bible
page,
twenty
flow
said
night
or
day
Twenty
warheads
at
you
right
away
Play
maker
A-gamer'll
sell
the
house
out,
silence
the
nay
sayer
Throw
a
shout
out,
to
all
my
major
players
Deck
take
it
out
the
park,
Barry
Bonds
stance
They
wonder,
damn
is
his
performance
enhanced?
Rumble
in
the
jungle,
blind
to
the
pressure
See,
son's
cool,
million
to
one
odds,
he
come
through
I
leave
your
trunk
blue,
holding
your
head,
stuck
off
the
one-two
Turn
up
the
game,
I
just
begun
to
Live
and
direct,
Staten
Island
10304
USA,
all
the
way
to
muthafucking
Africa
Back
to
Pinkin
Avenue
1 Tombstone Intro
2 The Champion
3 Born Survivor
4 This Is It
5 Luv Letter
6 P.S.A
7 T.R.U.E
8 We Get Down
9 The Big Game feat. Raekwon & AC
10 Tombstone Interlude
11 9th Chamber
12 Really Real
13 Serious Rappin' feat. Termanology & Planet Asia
14 Do What U Gotta
15 Crazy
16 Gotta Bang feat. Kurupt & Billy Danze
17 The Bad Apple
18 Brothaz Respect feat. Cappadonna & Fes Taylor
19 5 Star G
20 The Neverending Story
21 Eyes On Me
22 Get Body
23 Ghetto Love
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