The Game
About Me (Original)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know how we do it
Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping
Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man (Yo, yo)
This shit is official

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position
Bout to flame-broil his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling, "It's nothing," 'less his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them n***as is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real (Aiyyo)
I show off and let my money get stretched (Uh-huh)
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test (Aiyyo)
[Hook: Raekwon]
Me, n***a, me, that's who, Cash Rule
You better slow it down, n***as'll smash you, cousin
Me, n***a, me, pass through, rascals
Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black
Me, n***a, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke (Ayy, what the fuck you doing?)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Game]
Yo, I be on the Island, wildin'
Stallions under the Phantom hood
With the V12 growling like Mike Vick's pit bulls
The last one to die probably cried, chinky eyes
Heading straight for the dirt
That's how it is in my hood, Compton, n***as put you under the Earth
Four-five bulging out that white T-shirt like a hard on
This block shit is ill, like the n***a that put Raekwon the God, on
I can drink to that, but all the Patron probably gone
Chef brought the Hennessey, we start to get our polly on
Ashy knuckles, taped up Benjis in a duffle
Back to back Beemers, Moss'll play me in a huddle, yeah
I pop big shit, New York Knick shit
L.A. Laker paper, Kobe coming off a pick, shit
I'm the shooter, the marble rip ruger
Hard tops, we tell stories like Slick Rick the Ruler
[Hook: Raekwon]
Me, n***a, me, that's who, Cash Rule
You better slow it down, n***as'll smash you, cousin
Me, n***a, me, pass through, rascals
Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black
Me, n***a, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke (Ayy, what the fuck you doing?)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
I'm that live little live n***a up in the Lex
Swinging through hoods, ratchets and a couple Gillette's
Peoples is straight, can't tell me nothing, we cake
Rolling lovely, bricks and white shit up in Mercedes
I live by the code, I was never a fake
When it's time to ride, I be in the front with the ace
Lighting blunts, Marvin Gaye shit, bumping them great
Glass of Cru', get a writing hand, wiping the paint
Candy apple shine, all my n***as in the line, pollying
Everybody jollying, and we straight
What it do, baby, Wu coming through in that new Mercedes
Everybody looking like it's Houston, but it ain't
Staten Island hot boys, pushing them hot toys
You gon' fuck around and let your woman get you got boy
Who ripped the fever back in '97, rip the year?
Who came in Cali after west coast gangstas there?
[Hook]