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Artist: Spice-1 f/ Ice-T, Too USDhort
Album: The Black Bossalini
Song: Recognize Game
Ice-T Intro:
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house b*tch).
WIth the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep game fool).
Ant Banks at the crackhouse
ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face b*tch).
Ice-T:
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Map the area I wanted to cut the fkin' cops a deal
if they don't kneel, They get peeled
girls recognize I never have no drama with death
Bustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem
Take a pen make a mil and if this s**t don't sell
I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower
South Central nigg* what?
The representer, d*mn your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
To state to my man for man slaughter
Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway
Trunked the punk b*tch (That's fair play)
Hook:
You've got the gangstas that I have tangled baby
b*tch recognize game when it's in your face
"Well alright ch'all" "ha ha ha"
Too Short:
You think the town rid of Short?
You must be crazy, that silly s**t you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call and just like that
A bunch of from Oakland all on your back
I've never been a shot caller just a nigg* in a crew
They call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you b*tch
I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
Marks turn into killers rich go broke
Use to be a wanna but now I'm old school Short
In the game never had the stacks since age 14
I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up
And even when I came up I fked with same folks
Still did the same stuff
b*tch Short Dawgs in the house
I know you want my d*ck cause it's all in your mouth
Hook
Spice 1:
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke are players (x2)
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me
Potna don't get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clips
Major chips lookin' at Eclipse jacussi dips
step back I don't know you
Don't get to close to me
Some ain't really the motherfker they suppose to be
Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air
Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player
Phoney as three dollar bills ain't recognizin'
Fell in the relapse besides I'm a trauma a nigg*
Look in the eyes and when you see me I be hardc*re
What the fk a real nigg* gotta lie to kick it for?
I'm tired of these bubblegum as*
throwin' monkey wrenches into the game
And all the players and pimps feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals
Not artfical with fishin' know I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skis
Ballin' till I die nigg* don't fk with S.P.I.
Hook
