Nas - Why You Hate The Game (Exclusive) lyrics

Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it Can't hate us Fellas Vice behind me on the intersection Sex and d**, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirers Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up Child of the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby And my n***a Game, light another L, pa** the bottle Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin' with Nas, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I don't abort 'em ? when and if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live I don't talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every n***a listenin' I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo' Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame Dre created The Game n***a with an attitude from the cloth I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted I showed my a** at Summer Jam but New York was down with it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, n***a Me and nasty puffin', this a cla**ic, trust me How you gon' pa** the dutchie ? to them n***as that don't love me I'm talkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not I'll f** you rap n***as like virgins Dre took my training wheels off his curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career The ending of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz n***a, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my n***a from time to time Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin' off rap One love I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though