Nas Lyrics

Album: Unknown

The Game Lives On Lyrics

Black hoods cops and projects 

Sewers flooded wit foul blockage 

The gutters wild and every child watches 

Chains and top locks get ripped off hindges doors kicked off 

Drunks stagger off smeared off wipe your beard off 

Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare vision blurry 

Cause burried deep in their mind are hidden stories 

Bet he's a mirror image of the 70's error 

he's finished for the rest of his life til he fades out 

the liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out 

So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out 

Mental slave house where gats go off 

I show off, niggas up north 

Prisonology talks till they time cut off 

You used to chill you short, prepare deep thought 

They hit the streets again, get it on 

Get this paper and breed again 

Planet leave somethin behind, so your name will live on 

No matter what the game lives on...... 

Chorus: (there is no chorus, the beat just plays on) 

Uh, yo, if this pianos 

The cake and my words to the candles 

Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you 

And patience one try, puttin those angles as bamboo 

They lit it up, (nas inhales 2 times) 

hit it up, (nas inhales once) now they dismantle 

Think the whole world is crazy, got a nine 

Watch where you walk, two dollar fine 

Sign of the times, hearin New York high satin 

United Nations quietly takin toll on your soul 

take it or leave it, just my evaluation 

Stack newly guns, teach the girls karate school your sons 

Not to hate, but to stay awake 

Cause the scars a razor make is nothin in comparison 

To the gas left on his whole mask, if we dont get it controlled fast 

Might as well be, laughing with Malcom X's assassin 

As we die slow, parishin brain dead from an Ericson 

Words of the medicine, two teaspoons for goons 

A couple of it for those thuggin it 

Yall sing the tune....... 

Chorus 

Another day another dollar my mother will holler 

She said go and see the world for myself, in my brothers Impala 

Pops was smooth from his top to his shoes 

He sang the blues, guitar strings he played Smokin in School 

Two pellican hats, picture this yo, 70's cat 

He rolled his music in the back of the crib, I did my homework 

At night the windows and speakers, pumpin life out 

A fight people screamin, cause somebody pulled a knife out 

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune 

Every night the same melody 

Hell soundin so heavenly...........