Method Man - It'z In Da Game (feat. Ricky Watters) | Текст песни

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• Method Man
• It'z In Da Game (feat. Ricky Watters)

You know, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it What? Huh, you know, huh It's like you don't limit yourself to one thing Your mama got to broaden your horizons Broaden your joints
Keep your eyes on the prize The struggle goes on everyday (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Everyday and I'm a live it through my music (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) You know how we do, choose or lose from it
Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzing Hitting like Mack trucks, head splitting paper written In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshit
You see me spitting at the kitten with the lost mitten As we engage in cold war getting frostbitten Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen One mind and for one cause, heavy hitting
The penalty illegal ruff necks, we bring ruckus In pursuit of gold lines, can a nigga touch it? If I can't see you, can't trust it A shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a plush rug-ged
Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff bone Dragging your body out the end zone And any way the wind blow that's where you flow That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
Body laying out on the floor, substitute Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open door Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I touch down
Six points, what now? Once again who coming Through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous
Offensive shotgun Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son You win some you lose some, it's in the game
You win some, you lose some (Uh) That's how it goes, son (Yeah) You win some, you lose some (Uh) it's in the game (Yeah)
You win some, you lose some That's how it goes son You win some, you lose some It's in the game
From the football field (It's in the game, you win some, you lose some, it's in the game) To the mountain, you know what I'm saying? (That's how it goes, son, that's how it goes) (You win some, you lose some, it's in the game)
Free styling, profiling, won't catch me smiling Straight from Fema Island, buck whiling, I'm styling A funky type of style with the lyrical incision Shit locked down like my niggaz out in prison
Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack Sipping cognac while I vibe off this funky track Yo, bring it back or make it hit harder Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter but smarter
So drop harder if you wanna conjugate Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound In your earpiece, I'm the beast To say the least, we must increase the peace
But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill And thrill, lyrics spitting, through my lips Doing back flips, it's another hit
Come take a sip, of the running waters Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author The rhymes that you feel to the map Crushing double barrels, sing 'em out like carols
Who it be? It be I, the nigga with the chinky eyes From NY, city we committee we gets busy With killa beez on the swarm Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
Verbally I bomb (Boom) Guard your grill It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassvile Drilling rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff Another TV and they loved it
You win some, you lose some That's how it go, son You win some, you lose some That's in the game
You win some, you lose some That's how it go, son You win some, you lose some That's in the game, it's in the game
You win some, you lose some It's in the game It's in the game, it's in the game It's in the game, it's in the game


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