Mark Sparks - Welcome 2 the Game lyrics

[Intro: Craig G] Hey Yo! This is Craig G (this is Craig G!) Know what I'm saying? (know what I mean?) And Hip-Hop right now? (right now?) We got to take it back (we got to take it back) You know? Huh! With all that gun talk (all that gun talk) All that bad boy talk (bad boy talk) [?], yeah [?] [Verse 1: Craig G] In China, 96 was the year of the rat A lot of snakes up in this music game's agreeing with that It's not what you know, or who you know But where to go, when they point that finger (ha!) Remixed your first single with an R&B singer That's about to be lead to pasture with a name that lingers On the casino strip, play like [?] chips (uhuh) (Welcome to the game!) Your contract ain't sh**! But you was bragging, tail wagging (Yo dog, I'm going platinum!) And when he hit the stage the crowd laughed right at him No credentials, don't stay on beat with instrumentals No potential, this boy don't know jack about essentials And takes the rock to party grab mics and drop a body And rap combat, with that wack format Of verbs and syllables that you call a rhyme I'm before your time, plus ahead of your time (ha) And instead of a rhyme, this chorus will crush you And all you sh**ty rappers I'ma flush you Welcome to the game, ha! [Chorus: ?] Welcome to the game with the guns that flame (yeah) And the clothes with the name is the word for the game (hey yo, welcome to the game) Everybody's tough and real quick to bus' in They lyrics sound just like a murder brigade (welcome to the game, ha) Welcome to the game with the guns that flame And the clothes with the name (hey yo) is the word for the game (hey yo) [Verse 2: Craig G] Hey yo This be the one you've been waiting for (this be the one you've been waiting for) That top notch verbalist to come kicking down your door (ha!) Coming with that uncut pure, plus raw Without a single second of claiming hard-core To be that as a crutch, MCs, I split the dutch And commence to dropping lyrics that'll leave you f**ed up What's up, you're puffed up You chest and got Fs On your report card 'cause your sh** ain't fresh Bought a vest, dressing in guess (yeah!) Packing an eagle But battling me On the mic' I wouldn't be you I'll see you and raise you ten Let's begin Your label got you ga**ed and you meeting your end I'll have you screaming "Oh" like the 4 Non Blondes Evaporating, decapitating your head and your arms (Ring the alarm) like Tenor Saw Huh! Because I'm sure Rappers will never doubt these sk**s no more (for real?) For real then? Let's set it off On your block or in your building, huh And call your children Because your dreams of kicking rhymes got crushed Like I said before, son, you get flushed Welcome to the game, ha [Chorus: ?] Welcome to the game with the guns that flame And the clothes with the name is the word for the game (hey yo, welcome to the game) Everybody's tough and real quick to bus' in They lyrics sound just like a murder brigade (hey yo, welcome to the game) Welcome to the game with the guns that flame (yeah yeah) And the clothes with the name is the word for the game (hey yo, welcome to the game) Everybody's tough and real quick to bus' in They lyrics sound just like a murder brigade [Verse 3: Craig G] Hey yo Substantial mind elevation is what Enters my brain when this beat circulating And be percolating, like Maxwell House Plug up my microphone and then attack y'all slouch MCs, roam with the breeze This is world war 3 Better buy your last rhyme but come destroying the trees Woke up yesterday, decided that you could be a rapper Pick up a microphone and live happily ever after But yo you didn't know You talk too much In some backwards town telling people I s** When I entered stage left, you were scared to d**h (nah nah man, I was only messing with your mind man, for real) Started coming out your mouth trying to catch your breath But I wasn't there for no violent confrontation The instrumental dropped, with no hesitation Battle time. Yeah! Better get prepared He dropped the mic' and jetted; he was scared (s**er) yeah [Chorus: ? (Craig G)] Welcome to the game (welcome to the game) with the guns that flame And the clothes with the name is the word for the game (welcome to the game, ha) Everybody's tough and real quick to bus' in (yeah yeah) They lyrics sound just like a murder brigade (a yeah yeah, welcome to the game, ha) Welcome to the game with the guns that flame (a yeah yeah) And the clothes with the name is the word for the game (a yeah yeah, welcome to the game, ha) Everybody's tough and real quick to bus' in (hey yo, yo) They lyrics sound just like a murder brigade (yo, hey yo) (huh) [Craig G] I'm sick of it (it's like that) All you fake MCs (what's up) No sk**s, no dues It's time for you