Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

What the Game Made Me Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

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 [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z]

 

 I'm what the game made me

 Not what the fame made me

 No amount of money can change me

 I'm what you lames can't be

 Live nigga what? Live as fuck

 [repeat 2X]

 

 [Verse One: Jay-Z]

 

 Check, live from the 7-1-8

 Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight

 I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle

 How can y'all understand the struggle?

 It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix

 Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six

 So I outblast til it's empty clips

 And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit

 One life, I gotta make sure it's done right

 Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation

 Ball out, until I fall out

 Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out

 Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain

 Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain

 Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine

 but it'll only catch you and track you down

 With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?

 Start your own record company, that's profound

 Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war

 Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Two: Memphis Bleek]

 

 Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six

 I come through cocky, holdin my dick

 I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit

 I get the Bisquick take it to the district

 cause I could never get rich, and switch my style

 I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile

 I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow

 Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal

 Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch

 Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts

 Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard

 til you got somethin icey, round your neck

 In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble

 Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble

 Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily

 Til all that remains is me

 

 [Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)]

 

 [Verse Three: Sauce Money]

 

 I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow

 From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez

 Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke

 Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke

 Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop

 or maybe some of the places I shop

 Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air

 for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's

 Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life

 It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood

 til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites

 come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper

 Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread

 Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead

 You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed

 except now I push Coupe's in the dark

 

 [Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]