What The Game Made Me Lyrics - Jay-z

Yeah 

[Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z] 

I'm what the game made me 

Not what the fame made me 

No amount of money can change me 

I'm what you lames can't be 

Live nigga what? Live as fuck 

[repeat 2X] 

[Verse One: Jay-Z] 

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Check, live from the 7-1-8 

Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight 

I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle 

How can y'all understand the struggle? 

It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix 

Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six 

So I outblast til it's empty clips 

And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit 

One life, I gotta make sure it's done right 

Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation 

Ball out, until I fall out 

Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out 

Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain 

Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain 

Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine 

but it'll only catch you and track you down 

With no deal, who you gonna rap to now? 

Start your own record company, that's profound 

Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war 

Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Two: Memphis Bleek] 

Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six 

I come through cocky, holdin my dick 

I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit 

I get the Bisquick take it to the district 

cause I could never get rich, and switch my style 

I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile 

I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow 

Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal 

Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch 

Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts 

Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard 

til you got somethin icey, round your neck 

In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble 

Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble 

Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily 

Til all that remains is me 

[Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)] 

[Verse Three: Sauce Money] 

I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow 

From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez 

Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke 

Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke 

Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop 

or maybe some of the places I shop 

Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air 

for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's 

Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life 

It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood 

til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites 

come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper 

Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread 

Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead 

You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed 

except now I push Coupe's in the dark 

[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]