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Rap Game / Crack Game
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
James Williams
James Williams
Songwriter
William Beck
William Beck
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
Clarence Satchell
Clarence Satchell
Songwriter
Marshall Jones
Marshall Jones
Songwriter
Jonathan Burks
Jonathan Burks
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Ralph Middelbrooks
Ralph Middelbrooks
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Mixing Engineer
Paul J. Falcone
Paul J. Falcone
Recording Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Producer

Songtexte

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] 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]
Writer(s): Rico Wade, Patrick Brown, Shawn Carter, Christopher E Martin, Nasir Jones, Marshall Eugene Jones, Clarence Satchell, Ralph Middlebrooks, Antwan Patton, Marvin R Pierce, Leroy Bonner, Jonathan Burks, Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, James Rodger Williams, Willie Beck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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