Rap Game / Crack Game(Album Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z

Rap Game / Crack Game (Album Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z
Uhh
Uhh yeah
Won't stop niggaz
Jigga Feel me
People told ya motherf**kers told ya
Uhh Roc-a-Fella
Geyeah
We treat this rap sh*t 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 it's at stake
Put his a** in the studio
Let him cook up a cake
When it's hot get on my
Money spot in every state
Like the wiz in Camelot
The mom-and-pop's is the gate
But first we scope sh*t
Advertise in every area
Let the fiends know hey
We got some d**e sh*t
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 tryin to kill em at firs
T just buildin clientele
So when the album drop
S 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 per blow fo'sho'
Ge-ge-geyeah
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 sh*t flip
I'ma get on some other sh*t
Never pitchin for a label
Jigga's the hook-up
You know my sh*t is fish
Scale y'all niggaz is cook up
Just blow up scream my
Name from Brooklyn to Da-kota
They know my sh*t 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 ni**a
Who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices
Of your coc*ine drop ha ha