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Fahrenheit - Still In Da Game lyrics
[Maestro]
 I know the feeling
 Yeah, yeah
 Ain't a damn thing changed
 Check it out, check it out
 Still in da game
 My man in the studio
 Ain't a damn thing changed
 Big Snow
 Yeah, yeah
 Peace to all my niggas in the gasoline
 Get your mack upon a candy queen
 Make her shake it like a tamborine
 Get your money from a honey
 Then you bounce like a man be on a trampoline
 Chicken heads wanna get next to me
 Molestin' me, sexually, I give 'em ecsatcy
 I'm with the lamb, not less to be
 Get a fat bag of weed from Chesterlee
 Mother fuckers didn't know I had the skills to last
 So feel the wrath, money, 'cause I'm built to last
 My records ain't hard to sell
 Kardinal know I'm hard as hell
 I make your backbone flip, do the dip
 Make your brain cells flip, 'cause I'm intricate
 At a table I sit, makin' it legit
 When my pen hits the paper (ahh)
 Do a record with Snow, gots to blow
 My last name's Fessional, first name's Pro
 Flippin' the script
 Hit chicks with the thickets and biggest of hips
 Head from the prettiest lips
 Put a rum in you, and you'd be comin' too
 Nice and slow, baby, tell me what you wanna do
 I'm l to freaks, nobody else is deep
 Even Rapheal Saddiq
 Nobody could step to this, Mr. Wes is the best with this
 Honeys undress with this
 I made another record in a second
 And I realized still I'm getting stress for this
 [Snow]
 High, high, high
 We still not a superstar, still no (still in the game)
 Ooh, go (ain't a damn thing changed)
 No no no no no (all around the world people know the name...)
 Time run, I'm (...but they didn't know the price of the fame)
 Still in the game (still in the game)
 Maestro (ain't a damn thing changed)
 And the one named Snow (all around the world people know the name...)
 High high, high high (...but they didn't know the price of fame)
 [Maestro]
 >From the Mardi Gras to the Shangrala
 Get a couple hookers over for menage-a-trois
 Hit 'em from the back, honey stack
 Knock 'em down like a lumberjack, still they wanted money, black
 Niggas wanna see me drop instead of see me rock
 Still I'm gonna reach the top
 I'm still in the game, ain't a damn thing changed
 Still got the claim to fameFahrenheit - Still In Da Game - http://motolyrics.com/fahrenheit/still-in-da-game-lyrics.html
 [Snow]
 When I am thinking, I can't understand
 How a women gets women and a man, ah, get mad
 you wanna hear it from the Maestro man
 [Maestro]
 Slow down, son, slow down
 Niggas ain't understandin' you, son
 [Snow]
 High, high, high
 We still not a superstar, still no (still in the game)
 Ooh, go (ain't a damn thing changed)
 No no no no no (all around the world people know the name...)
 Time run, I'm (...but they didn't know the price of the fame)
 Still in the game (still in the game)
 Maestro (ain't a damn thing changed)
 And the one named Snow (all around the world people know the name...)
 High high, high high (...but they didn't know the price of fame)
 [Snow]
 Ladies dreamin'
 Steady feenin', screamin'
 [Maestro]
 Me and Snow be gleamin'
 And we feenin', while in limousine and
 [Snow]
 High, high, high
 We still not a superstar, still no (still in the game)
 Ooh, go (ain't a damn thing changed)
 No no no no no (all around the world people know the name...)
 Time run, I'm (...but they didn't know the price of the fame)
 Still in the game (still in the game)
 Maestro (ain't a damn thing changed)
 And the one named Snow (all around the world people know the name...)
 High high, high high (...but they didn't know the price of fame)
 [Snow]
 Take out one of us, take your car
 Any way
 I've come with the message that today will be a brighter day
 Who goes to the down in Janurary
 South till May
 Big as Buju Banton, me cultured, and ah ????
 Don't forget
 To the front to the back to the side to the dock
 Me ?????
 Come up in, talkin' about you be a big deal
 Wherever you are
 It's quater to one like slurrin' my speech
 Gettin' champagne on my new car
 Call out to the area, man
 And come inside
 Woah, Maestro
 Oh, and now you know, and Snow
 Rude boys, standin' on the corner square where I
 beat up your mind, me, I'm the don
 Sing a sing sing high








