I Got the Hook-Up! movie - What the Game Made Me lyrics

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Song by Jay-Z, M. Bleek, Sauce Money<br /><br>

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[Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z]<br>

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I'm what the game made me<br>

Not what the fame made me<br>

No amount of money can change me<br>

I'm what you lames can't be<br>

Live nigga what? Live as fuck<br>

[repeat 2X]<br>

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[Verse One: Jay-Z]<br>

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Check, live from the 7-1-8<br>

Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight<br>

I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle<br>

How can y'all understand the struggle?<br>

It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix<br>

Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six<br>

So I outblast til it's empty clips<br>

And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit<br>

One life, I gotta make sure it's done right<br>

Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation<br>

Ball out, until I fall out<br>

Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out<br>

Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain<br>

Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain<br>

Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine<br>

but it'll only catch you and track you down<br>

With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?<br>

Start your own record company, that's profound<br>

Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war<br>

Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Verse Two: Memphis Bleek]<br>

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Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six<br>

I come through cocky, holdin my dick<br>

I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit<br>

I get the Bisquick take it to the district<br>

cause I could never get rich, and switch my style<br>

I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile<br>

I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow<br>

Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal<br>

Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch<br>

Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts<br>

Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard<br>

til you got somethin icey, round your neck<br>

In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble<br>

Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble<br>

Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily<br>

Til all that remains is me<br>

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[Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)]<br>

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[Verse Three: Sauce Money]<br>

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I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow<br>

From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez<br>

Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke<br>

Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke<br>

Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop<br>

or maybe some of the places I shop<br>

Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air<br>

for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's<br>

Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life<br>

It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood<br>

til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites<br>

come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper<br>

Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread<br>

Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead<br>

You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed<br>

except now I push Coupe's in the dark<br>

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[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]<br>

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