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Method Man Miscellaneous It's In The Game 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 Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Eryday And I'ma live it through my music (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) You know how we do Choose or lose from it [Verse One: Method Man] Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written in windy cities like Chicago, no bullshhhh You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus in pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it If I can't see ya can't truss it A shady character like Buzz Buzzard Lay him out like a plush rug-ged *mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone We drink death and puff bone Draggin 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 layin out on the flo', substitute Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do' Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I touch-down Six points, what now? Once again who comin 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 (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah) You win some you lose some (uhh!) 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 [Verse Two: Ricky Watters] From the football field (It's in the game You win some you lose some, it's in the game) To the mountain, yaknowhatI'msayin? (That's how it goes son, that's how it goes You win some you lose some, it's in the game) Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin, I'm stylin A funky type of style with the lyrical incision S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack Sippin 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 spittin, through my lips Doin backflips, it's another hit Come take a sip, of the running Watters Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author the rhymes that you feel to the map Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols Who it be? It be I, the n---a 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 Drillin 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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