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Jay-Z - Rap Game / Crack Game lyrics
Yeah
 Won't stop niggaz
 Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game
 Jigga, feel me
 People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Roc-a-Fella
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 We treat this rap shit just like, handlin' weight
 What they want we give it to 'em, what they abandon we take
 Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake
 Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
 When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state
 Like the wiz in Camelot, the Mom and Pop's is the gate
 But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
 Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
 Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
 Let 'em test the product, give 'em a promo show
 Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
 Then we drop a maxi single and charge 'em two for five
 Ain't tryin' to, kill 'em at first just, buildin' clientele
 So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
 But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
 You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Jay-Z - Rap Game / Crack Game - http://motolyrics.com/jay-z/rap-game-crack-game-lyrics.html
 I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
 Got your whole block now, pumpin' my work
 My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
 Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
 And my singles like gems, you know the treys
 Get you high for a while but the high don't stay
 You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
 'Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
 Never pitchin' for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
 You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook up
 Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
 They know my shit stretch without the baking soda
 Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
 Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
 Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
 Now watch how the prices of your Cocaine drop, ha ha
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
 Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
 See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke
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