Listen to Back In the Game (feat. Method Man, Inspectah Deck, GZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Ronald Isley) by Wu-Tang Clan

Back In the Game (feat. Method Man, Inspectah Deck, GZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Ronald Isley)

Wu-Tang Clan

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Back In the Game
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Inspectah Deck
Inspectah Deck
Performer
GZA
GZA
Performer
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Composer
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Composer
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer
Jason Goldstein
Jason Goldstein
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!" Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday Back in the game now. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle () - 0.75X (Raekwon) Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change. Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit
Writer(s): Dennis David Coles, Corey Woods, Jean Claude Olivier, Clifford Smith, Sherrod Barnes, Jason S. Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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