Uh
Uh, yeah
(Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game)
Won't stop niggas
Jigga! Feel me
Pa-pause, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
Uhh, Roc-a-Fella
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
Geyeah

We treat this rap shit just like, handlin' weight
What they want we give it to 'em, what they abandon we take
Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know what's at stake
Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake
When it's hot, get 'em a money spot in every state
Like the whiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope shit, advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit
Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio
Let 'em test the product, give 'em a promo show
Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe
Then we drop a maxi single and charge 'em two for five
Ain't tryna kill 'em at first just, building clientele
So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale
But when demand grows it's time to expand yo
You don't want no garbage papi, it's ten grand for blow, fo' sho'

(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)

I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumpin' my work
My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who
Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's
And my singles like gems, you know the treys
Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay
You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks
'Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit
Never pitching for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggas is cook up
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
They know my shit stretch without the baking soda
Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key
Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories
Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, papa

(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)
(Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game)
(See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Chris Martin, Clarence Satchell, James L. Williams, Jonathan Burks, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Nasir Jones, Patrick Brown, Ralph Middlebrooks, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Shawn Carter, Willie Beck