Let The Games Begin (Letra)

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f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain’t think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It’s all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[Fat Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I’m still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can’t call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire’s fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it’s all the same
Niggas won’t know shit till they feel the flame
It’s still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we’ll let ya know black

[Hook:] X 2
It’s all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don’t play
Y’all motherfuckers don’t move, we don’t spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that’s a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don’t try to play me cuz I’m not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I’m out to make a million dollies but still I’m rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That’s how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don’t lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that’s a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y’all don’t get him, I promise I’ll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y’all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y’all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain’t got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it’s all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain’t all there that’s your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

[Hook] X 2

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Let The Games Begin (Letra)

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[fat joe talking] (mack 10)
Yeah, terror squad motherfucker!
(and the hoo bangin affiliates.) uh huh.
I know you ain’t think you was gon see this niggas.
(nope.) east coast, west coast. (it’s all the same.)
Joey crack, big pun, mack 10.
(speak on it, joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[fat joe]
At times i feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin i fall
Tellin the feds, that i’m still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my porshe
Boy george-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can’t call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire’s fallen
Fuckin with joe and pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it’s all the same
Niggas won’t know shit till they feel the flame
It’s still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we’ll let ya know black

[hook:] x 2
It’s all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don’t play
Y’all motherfuckers don’t move, we don’t spray
Big pun, fat joe, mack 10 baby

[big punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and joe, the kings of nueva york
Spittin thoughts with twin, mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that’s a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don’t try to play me cuz i’m not a playa
Hey yo i shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I’m out to make a million dollies but still i’m rowdy
So i hope it happen rappin before i have to kill somebody
That’s how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don’t lie, thirsty to die? coke is in
Blow your life away, that’s a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[hook] x 2

[mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y’all don’t get him, i promise i’ll try
Hoo bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, big pun and joey crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y’all said it was cool, i got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y’all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain’t got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it’s all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain’t all there that’s your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, inglewood to the bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on hen
Ts and mack 10, so let the games begin

[hook] x 2

Let The Games Begin (Letra)

Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

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[kool g. rap]
Yo i come in the form of danger lurkin
Blastin the mad streets and merkin
Shot at strangers from out the ranges and suburbans
Curtains for anybody perpin
Leave in a hearse for certain
Blood on the curb and bandages like turbans
We roll a ?durbin?
All in this dirt, puffin the herb an’
We bring the verbs in
Double action’s loaded with germans
Area’s urban, block’s hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
People nerves jerkin
Lay down any person
Strictly for just talkin rehearsin
The skills remain tight as holy mary the virgin
Slowly carry the burden
So we varied the shit you heard an’
Hit you with the different methods and versions;
We simply,
Let bullets rip until the clip is empty
Get laid in your tracks as if you was ??
Hit you like jack dempsey
The mac packin mc, with gats clappin like an m.p.
Over your friendly wimpy, frame like an m.d.
Blow you until your block’s windy
Be on short of a shot frenzy
My glocks don’t stop til the cops hem me
Blow holy hollow tops in me
Hazardous shit – guns is accurate
Sendin niggaz to meet the king of nazareth
Playin me close has a risk
I bash clicks like they was massacres
Blast the tear gas, thinkin i’m pacifist
That’s the fifth, one last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist

Chorus: kool g. rap (repeat 2x)

Yo let the games begin
The tec and mac-10 flames begin
Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins
Hammers to firing pins
Me and my kin be makin you spin
The lord or the devil takin you in

[kool g. rap]
It’s the corona queens apocalypse
My block is hit with the dark eclipse
Takin no hostages, so grab the glocks and clips
The rap’s apostle-ist, niggaz to loch ness
Large as colossus is
Mumblin shit get shot at the esophagus
A thug saga novelist
Sex in this rap shit monogamous
Rainin like the drop is while you be topicless
Blow money monopolist – do it for eons
Shinin like it’s, neon – heart colder than freon
Decidin which mc to pee on;
Baby cause that’s the shit that we on
Niggaz go to warrick like deion
Put the g on
I analyze guys with montana eyes
To vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise
Cut em down like samurais
Kickin that real shit that you fantasize
Niggaz step aside or recognize
G. the real cat, pack the steel cat, baby feel that
Leave you layin flat witcha shit clapped and peeled back
Battle-actin rap shit’ll put you in back of a cadillac
A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts
Red roses on a dead foe
Layin in wet clothes from head blows
Your whole brain be exposed
Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws
None of my victims ever bled slow
Stiff as al capone, that’s how it go

Chorus