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)