Jay-Z — Rap Game/Crack Game

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[Intro:]
Yeah, stop, n**gas!
Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game.
Jigga! Feel me!
People, told ya mothafuckas, told ya!
See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke.
Uh, Roc-a-Fella!

[Verse 1:]
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 it’s at stake,
Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake.
When it’s hot, get on my money spot in every state,
Like the Wiz and 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 buildin’ 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 per blow, fo sho!

[Chorus:]
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.

[Verse 2:]
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 pitchin’ for a label, Jigga’s the hook-up,
You know my shit is fish scale, y’all n**gas is cook up.
Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Dakota,
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 n**ga, who figured how’d get the game locked,
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop.

[Chorus]