Baby Blak - Foe Da Love of Da Game lyrics

{*scratchin': Represent for hip hop not for rap*} [Paul Yams] I got love for the game that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the ba** in my chest give power to songs Girl ripping when I'm home about the hours I'm gone I can't help it the studio where paul be at Tried to walk away from it but it called me back Forget my pride sh** I even quit my job For the one that I love to work music Recognised by my art that I spill in my game Pour my heart on the track and have you feeling my pain Seen a lot of hard times on the way to success When I'm mad writing a rhyme is my way to express Lay back and fall deep in a verse If I was out in the street yo I probably lay a sleep in a hearse There's nothing like when you on a mic tearing a track Then you come from out the booth and start hearing it back Everybody their love the sound that's why they give you hugs and pounds Now you know you was spittin it You got the whole run vibing the same You ain't doing this for dollars and chains You got love for the game [Hook] Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop not for rap yo* Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop not for rap* [Baby Blak] Yo I'm feeling you yams do the same thing yo For the love of the game I only deal with dollars and change Switch places from big faces one in the same With Snares and kicks prepared to mix In the both till I'm dead No roof on my head Even tools in the shed Got a place to stay But a place to lay? That's what I deal with on a day to day Phone off heat off loan sharks spaghetti no meat balls At least yall can eat y'all Feel my strain on a cloudy feel my rain No food no drink just hunger pains Thinkin everyday who this chrome 'gone k** Smile in women face for a home cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my d**h Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff? Pockets of my jeans on e and they seems on f I'm a hard working all nighter ASCAP SESAC Song writer worldwide weedhead bong lighta (lp version) Feel my blood and tears But my love is the drug that got me loved and revered from thugs for years It's the game yo [Hook] Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo* Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop and not for rap* [Paul Yams] Yo blak it seem like we both feeling the same Remember when I walked away and you were still in the game? (uh ha) That sh** was hot I'm still feeling the flame Plus you never forgot every other verse spilling my name [Baby Blak] Chilling with dames to will they range k**in their brain with game If not cousin I be still on the train Like you said we ain't willing to change I'm feeling you maing Damn see family and we... [Paul Yams] ...Stick together Shows overseas spit together No doubt for the love of the game We gonna keep staying the same When you not around laying your dame Getting paper from a play in a lane Keep heat for any hater wanna test the rap And even more on the wax so sat jeff is phat [Baby Blak] I attest to that Still walk with dressroom back Same ghetto Same whip Still stressed on wack Just wanna back yall nothin less than that Just want some cash cars and them records with blak It's just a game yo But whether or not I still got love for hip hop It's the game Chorus: (x4) Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo* Love what you do And do what you Love (for the game) *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo* Scratchin': (x3) *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo*