制作
出演艺人
JAY-Z
声乐
作曲和作词
Shawn Carter
词曲作者
James Williams
词曲作者
William Beck
词曲作者
Marvin Pierce
词曲作者
Leroy Bonner
词曲作者
Clarence Satchell
词曲作者
Marshall Jones
词曲作者
Jonathan Burks
词曲作者
Nasir Jones
词曲作者
Ralph Middelbrooks
词曲作者
Chris Martin
词曲作者
Ray Murray
词曲作者
Rico Wade
词曲作者
制作和工程
Joe Quinde
混音工程师
Paul J. Falcone
录音工程师
Herb Powers
母带工程师
JAY-Z
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Uh
[Verse 2]
Yeah, won't stop ****
Jigga, feel me
People, told ya motherfuckes, told ya
Uh, Roc-a-Fella
Geyeah
[Verse 3]
We treat this rap shit just like handling weight
What they want, we give it to 'em
What they abandon, we take
Hit a rapper with a 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 whiz 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
Going 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 trying to kill 'em at first
Just building clientele
So when the album drops
The first week 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'
[Verse 4]
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
[Verse 5]
I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk
Got your whole block now, pumping my work
My CDs is like keys for you Willie's who
Like the floss my cassette tapes in '62
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'mma get on some other shit
Never pitching for a label, Jigga's the hook-up
You know my shit is fish scale
Y'all ****'s 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 ****
Who figured I'd get the game locked
Now watch how the prices of your cocaine droop, haha
[Verse 6]
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow the rap games remind me of the crack games
See that rap shit is really just like selling smoke
Somehow, somehow, somehow the rap
Written by: André Benjamin, Antoine Patton, Clarence Satchell, DJ Premier, JAY-Z, James Williams, Jonathan Burks, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Nasir Jones, Organized Noize, Ralph Middelbrooks, William Beck