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lost one (history) - the game lyrics

[intro: jay*z]
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: the game]
nah i ain’t work with dr. dre but i found the dre beats
it’s like me and dr. dre tracks play hide and seek
i ain’t knockin’ on the door, i’m just takin’ a peek
that mean i’m at my peak, i pick the locks like sheek
i got you n*ggas figured out like a high school geek
the 45’ll backtrack that ass to last week
you think he was from the projects the way i made his roof leak
call that a red light and saved by the bell like screech
but’ll be another day, revenge for my brother day
f*ck the media, the critics and what you motherf*ckers say
i’m king of the chest game, n*ggas in the backsеat got the best [?]
sit low, when i pull up thеy like “oh, it’s just game”
that’s why my n*ggas raise up like the doors on a lambo
pullin’ out nuttin’ eagles, throwin’ bullets like randall
sometimes tryna play the game is too much to handle
i blow you n*ggas out like candles *blowing breath*

[chorus: the game]
i know you n*ggas thought 50 was gon’ get rid of me
i know you was thinkin’ look what g unit did to me
a couple beefs, a lot of pain and some misery
the impala bounces again, let’s make history
i know you n*ggas thought homie was gon’ get rid of me
i know you was thinkin’ look what them n*ggas did to me
a couple beefs, a lot of pain and some hennessy
the impala bounces again, let’s make history
[verse 2: the game]
i’m not a real gangsta, not a real mc
i know, i know, i know, i know
i was on change of heart and i ain’t got no dre beats
i know, i know, i know, i know
i used to be a stripper and i lost all my beefs
i know, i know, i know, i know
and i could never go platinum unless you writin’ for me
i know, i know, i know, i know
it’s time to address the beef like a tech in the streets
before the heckler speak, i’m a question for [?]
ras kass and lil e, yukmouth and jt
joe budden and memph bleek and even chris and lil neef
and since the media got it twisted, one love to jay*z
guess i’m all done with beefin’ but don’t try to play me
i like this sh*t
that’s why i hype this sh*t
and 2pac and biggie dead is why i write this sh*t
don’t get it confused with music, homie, i’m never scared
but what if my son grew up and his daddy was never there
harlem ain’t your son so why the f*ck would you ever care?
06 is over, i hope 07’s a better year
and i think diddy was wrong, it ain’t all about the benjamins
money is the root of all evil and not a [?]
that’s why i’m a outkast like andré benjamin
i bet your life you’ll see andré and him again
[chorus: the game]
you n*ggas can’t get rid of me
i know you startin’ to regret what you did to me
now the beef and the pain and the misery
belongs to you n*ggas, y’all history
cause you could never get rid of me
and now i’m payin’ y’all back for what you did to me
and all the beef and the pain and the hennessey
belongs to you n*ggas

- the game lyrics

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