Songtext Let the games begin (feat. fat joe & big pun) von Mack 10

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Let the games begin (feat. fat joe & big pun)

featuring 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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featuring 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