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I got love for the game
That's why I rhyme and always stay in the booth
Never lying to the people, always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my chest, it give power to songs
Girl riffing when I'm home about the hours I'm gone
I can't help it, the studio where Paul be at
Tried to walk away from it, but it called me back
Forget my pride, shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work, music
Recognized I'm an artist and spilling my game
Pour my heart on a track and have you feeling my pain
Seen a lot of hard times on the way to success
When I'm mad, writing a rhyme is my way to express
Lay back and fall deep in a verse
If I was out in the street, yo, I'd probably lay asleep in a hearse
It's nothing like when you on the mic tearing a track
Then you come from out the booth and start hearing it back
Everybody there love the sound
That's why they give you hugs and pounds
Now you know you was spitting it
You got the whole room vibing the same
You ain't doing this for watches and chains
You got love for the game
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
For the love of the game
Only dealing dollars and change
Switch places for big faces, one in the same
With snares and kicks, prepared to mix
In the booth 'til I'm dead
No roof on my head, keep the tools in the shed
Got a place to stay, but a place to lay
That's what I deal with on the day to day
Phone off, heat off, loan sharks, spaghetti, no meatballs
Least y'all can eat y'all
Feel my pain, on a cloudy day feel my rain
No food, no drink, just hunger pains
Thinking every day who this chrome gon' kill
Smile in a woman's face for a home cooked meal
Right now I hate my life
But love the way I write, for real I think I seen my death
Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff?
Pockets on my jeans on E and they seams on F
I'm a hard working all-nighter, ASCAP, CSAC
Songwriter, worldwide Don P raw rider
Feel my blood and tears
But the love for the drug got me loved and revered
From the thugs for years, it's the game yo
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Yo Black, it seem like we both feeling the same
Remember when I walked away and you was still in the game?
That shit was hot, I'm still feeling the flames
Plus you never forgot, every other verse spilling my name
Dealing with dames, the wheel they range
Killing they brain with game
If not, cousin, I be still on the train
Like you said we ain't willing to change
I'm feeling you, mayne, Yamsy, family, and we
Stick together, shows overseas, spit together
No doubt for the love of the game
We gon' keep staying the same
When you not around laying your dame
Getting paper from a plan or lame
Keep heat for any hater wanna test the rap
And even more on the wax so Sat, Jeff, and Sprack
I'll attest to that
Still walk with vest on back
Same ghetto, same whips, still stressed on rap
Just want a backyard, nothing less than that
Just want some cash, cars, and them records with Black
It's just the game yo
But whether or not, I still got love for hip hop
Hip hop, it's the game
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Love what you do and do what you love
For the love of the game
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Representing hip hop and not the rap
Representing hip hop and not the rap