The Game - Flashback Memories lyrics

(Intro) Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is) Aint nothing my n***a, tryna get paid in full man (You know I'm definitely down for that) So you rep'n Black Wall Street right (Black Wall Street general, five star soldier and all that) No question I'm rep'n Vatican, we gone do this big n***a style Let's take em there for real, let's go (Verse: Raekwon) Before flusty days living in k**a Hills I was young'd out with rusty waves Cut'n hair chill'n, going down town blaze'n Lay'n up in Albee Square, When I bought my first fronts there Everybody young as f**, in the pizza shop, what up Brooklyn n***as rap with a cuffle Call the highlights the gangsta dialect sponsored links Before I let any n***a take mine I'm die'n, Moet What's the jump off, the new sh** Then he said hold up a sec Get this crack money, n***as except Wick checks, food stamps and amps Blue Wallabee's, aviaries' on in the back on the ramp You know we pop off for hours, cowards beware Word to mother, you will respect my power Respect the dollar, no quizzy, Get busy It was like adolescents at war, we clapped them thizzies On the duece suited Voltron, The ratchet heavy In the crib cool'n blunted, watch'n Tom & Jerry Bag'n up, laugh'n, bling'n, rhyme'n and sing'n When it come to getting currency, call me a swinger We rock Maybach's, Benz's is little Icicles on, cover the ground with a ma**ive dribble Call us ballers, brawlers, them who*es want all us Suede down, cool'n, play'n spades with quarters And then left it for the rap game All my n***as grab champagne Bust of them seals it's mad flames, yall lames Stay in your lane, we move'n like big money Bet a n***a die for them chains You know the slang baby, watch me lay her Half goon, half mayor, the other half call me a hater But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, and a hundred wolves Pull next time, respect the playa, What (Chorus x2: Raekwon) Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real n***as blend with me Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G (Verse: The Game) I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine Ride'n with the moon in the rear view, it's only evident I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet Game code his rhymes, ain't even been recorded yet On the fence where my father used to sport a Vet And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step Little n***a street dream'n bout a fast car My Father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar In eighty-seven, sh** I was maybe seven Watch'n my big brother throw'n ten, come back with eleven Only knew what it was cause I overheard My pops on the phone talking bout selling all my birds I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons To only find out not one was missing, Word (Chorus x2: Raekwon) Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy Street life etiquette, real n***as blend with me Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G (Outro: Raekwon) Yeah, that's how we do what we do, you know what I’m sayin? For real, the only thing we do baby Is fold dough, you heard And read the DuPont all day n***a And get the stove clean you heard