Game
40 Glocc feat. Spice 1 & Tray Deee Lyrics
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All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin
Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin glocks, bring you the pain
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders
And spot and spit gangsta rhythms and poetry colder
Then the average motherfucker, man you niggaz is suckas
Kissin the record company ass when all they gon do is fuck us
Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch
Nigga, It's art and you the artist, be down for ya shit
Nigga, It's hard, gut you the hardest, be down for ya name
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-see you-cutthroat game
[Chorus 2x]
I'm standin in the path of a hurricane
Livin on the edge of a razor, man
I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same
Cause the game so cutthroat, Cutthroat
[Verse 2]
Excuse me lil nigga, what the fuck did you say?
I been platinum since 91 from Japan to the East Bay
Fuck what he say or she say
I got ridahs from susanville to niggaz up in chino pressin replay
Gangsta walker, professional shit talker
Spendin rap money from 89, Call me the time baller
This ghetto baller wasn't puttin hands on you solos
Fuck you up on the mic and put slugs through ya car, Though
First, you dumb motherfucker, then you the motherfucker
Then you some motherfucker, again fuck all you suckas
My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it
One of the first gangsta rappers wit a plaque rollin weed on it
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
Pointin heat in my videos, callin my enemies suckas
I was 16 wit hustler's dreams
From bein a ballin-ass rapper, Take some cream
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout Bossalini that gangsta mackish
Fuck the taliban nigga, it was the caliban
Then cali got scared of the gangsta shit we was sayin
Doin and livin, breathing, eatin, and shittin
Ebonic spittin, niggaz dumber than fo spittin
West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic
If it's drama, then we comin 3 deep, that's how we at it
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, but you actin kinda crackish
If you ain't knowin bout bossalini that gangsta mackish
I'm still gettin fan mail from switzerland spain
And I'm bout to drop some more thug shit in the game
Remember record company rule #4080?
Watch ya back cause motherfuckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-cutthroat game
[Chorus 7x]
40 Glocc's song "Game" featuring Spice 1 and Tray Deee explores the cutthroat nature of the rap game as well as celebrating those who have paved the way in gangsta rap. In the first verse, 40 Glocc focuses on how he's been planning his "uprising" for some time and how he's still on top despite what others may think. He also calls out those who are "rappin wack shit" and reminds them that they can't compete with old school soldiers. 40's second verse focuses on his own successes and how he's been "platinum since 91." He also makes reference to the fact that he was one of the first gangsta rappers to have a plaque that showed him rolling weed on it. Finally, in the third verse, he cautions against letting record company executives control artists and their artistry.
The song's chorus repeatedly emphasizes the cutthroat nature of the rap game as 40 Glocc is "trying to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same," and is "standin in the path of a hurricane/Livin on the edge of a razor, man."
Line by Line Meaning
All this time I been, strategizing my uprising
I have been planning my success for a long time
When you motherfuckers thought I fell off, but I'm still ridin
Even though people thought I failed, I'm still succeeding
Niggaz must've forgotten who got the gangsta shit poppin
Some people have forgotten who revolutionized gangsta rap
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I don't like rappers who make poor quality music and avoid the competition
We can bust wit these pistols or throw up from the shoulders
We can fight with guns or with our fists
Back in the day in 80 tre, young niggaz was slangin bolders
In the 80s, young people sold drugs on the streets
Givin up ya points and publishing, man don't act like no bitch
Don't give up your royalties and rights like a coward
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-see you-cutthroat game
The music industry is a ruthless and competitive business
I'm tryin to keep it crackin, But it ain't the same
I'm trying to stay relevant, but the industry has changed
Fuck what he say or she say
I don't care what other people think or say
My first album went gold wit nobody but me on it
My first album was successful even though it had no features
Glocks and pistols on the album cover
The album artwork featured guns and violence
I ain't sayin you smoke crack, But you actin kinda crackish
I'm not accusing you of using drugs, but you're acting strangely
West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic
I represent the hardcore and violent lifestyle of the West Coast
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
Don't let record label executives manipulate or control you
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-cutthroat game
The music industry is still ruthless and competitive
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Holiday Styles
'Big Tray Dee bangin' from the LBC capital INS to the ANE (Insane) Crip'
Zachary Holguin
Tray Dee and Spice can still bust! 40 sucks. And oh yeah FIRST!