Letra Rap game crack game de Jay Z

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Uhh...
Uhh, yeah
Won´t stop niggaz
"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
Jigga! Feel me
People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
Uhh, Roc-a-Fella
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 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 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 tryin to, 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´

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
[repeat 3X]

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 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 niggaz 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, ha ha

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas]
"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast]
[repeat 4X]

[*cuts and scratches*]