Clarence "Satch" Satchell - Rap Game Crack Game lyrics

[Intro] "Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" Jigga! Feel me! People, told ya motherf**ers, told ya "See that rap sh** is really just like sellin smoke" Uhh, Roc-a-Fella Geyeah [Verse 1] We treat this rap sh** just like, handlin weight What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake Put his a** in the studio, let him cook up a cake When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate But first we scope sh**, advertise in every area Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope sh** Gon' 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 tryin to, k** em at first just, buildin clientele So when the album drops the first weeks 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' [Hook] "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap sh** is really just like sellin smoke" [Verse 2] Ge-ge-geyeah I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk Got your whole block now, pumpin my work My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who Like to floss my ca**ette tapes in sixty-two's 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 sh** flip, I'mma get on some other sh** Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up You know my sh** is fish scale, y'all n***as is cook up Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota They know my sh** 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 n***a, who figured I'd get the game locked Now watch how the prices of your c**aine drop