Ill G, it's silly to hate but feel free
How to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch
Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
Back in the hood now
Back in the game now, copped me some weed now
Shits 'bout to change now, it's a shame how
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin' bout the bird
Songwriters: S Barnes, Dennis Coles, Jason Hunter, J C Olivier, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods
Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life
And buryin' my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin' to come up on somethin'
Back in the game now, copped me some weed now
Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin'
We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C
And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
Publishers: EKOP PUBLISHING, ENOT PUBLISHING, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now
Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
(Shit's 'bout to change now)
It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous
I was holdin' a pair and just made the table stakes
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'
We on your floor look more doors
If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
It was live on air but in between station breaks
Clarks from digi left the game dizzy
(Shaolin Shadowboxing)
I'm back in the game now, copped me some weed now
Yeah shallah lex, diamond got me buyin' Louis Rich
It's ghost-deini, every coast need me
We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay
Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin'
Everybody switched they names like
Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now
RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
Better catch up now
A safeguard against the crusaders in Capes
We had to stay hood 'cause that's who we been through
Pumpin' from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin'
My people 'bout to eat now, shit's 'bout to change now
Banana coat matchin' with the ratchet
While the dealer promoted the full house venue
A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight
Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
Better catch up now, shit's 'bout to change now
The high roller who got credit upon signin'
It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
Searchin' for a quick antidote
Shit's 'bout to change now
Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
Just when you thought we would fold our hand
I got stock in your flow and crops to share hold
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice
We brought so much heat that we was givin' you tears an' shit
Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
And as we step in the door, we cause panic
My people 'bout to eat now, shit's 'bout to change now
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
Better catch up now, shit's 'bout to change now
Most people say the clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, track masters
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed
Now niggaz with the radical shines
We were at the same table when the chips were checked
World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
Buried you alive, left your whore cryin'
It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know
Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself
Back in the game
A gamblin' rebel who inspects the deck
We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
My people 'bout to eat now, shit's 'bout to change now
Still me, always have and will be
Whatcha call it, any faster James
Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now
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