The Game
Philly's Most Wanted Lyrics


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"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")
And when we want, we can take like the takers take.
("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.
("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it."

Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'
In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves
Mister, a step above like street curbs
M-are D-O-T, somethin' nasty
Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy
You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me
Uh, respect is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, spray your Accord
I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in your front left door
Then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce
You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw
Like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low
And it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough
'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't trust you
It's me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:
Everybody know we all about that all day
Tell ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones,
Kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones
Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski mask outta ya house and get low
I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible threats
See Boo iced out in invisible sets
Niggas must think that I'm outta my mind
Like I'm out in the streets without the nine
Come on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you won't walk no more
Reason why, you went sick-up crazy
Now your mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that's that
I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, Boobonic
Uh. You ain't ready, nigga

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go

Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")
Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.")
Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")
Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister
Bitch you call, she call to talk about Mister
Whole time, thinkin' it was all about rap
Knowin' I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that?
Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack

You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
At the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice
You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin'
Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops
'Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops
It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,
Crushin' all y'all niggas that pray that we flop
Shit I spit, well
Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did more than you ever
Real niggas hate when we spill, we too clever

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked




Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Philly's Most Wanted's "The Game" paint a picture of the gritty reality of inner-city life. The song utilizes a call-and-response format, with the group proclaiming their status as "ballers" and "pimps" while also acknowledging their ability to take what they want through the use of drugs and violence. The verses presented by the individual members of the group speak to their experiences with street life, including dealing with snitches and rivals, pursuing wealth and status, and asserting their dominance through violent means. The repeated refrain of "that's how the game go" highlights the cyclical nature of this lifestyle and the inevitability of violence and tragedy.


Overall, "The Game" presents a bleak portrait of inner-city life and the desperation felt by those caught up in it. The call-and-response format serves as a kind of braggadocious front, but the verses themselves reveal the harsh realities of life in the streets. The repetition of the refrain serves to emphasize the message that violence and tragedy are just a part of the game, and there's no escaping it.



Line by Line Meaning

Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
Hey, let me explain this to you guys. We excel at playing basketball, just like professional players do.


pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")
We engage in the act of pimping, just like experienced pimps do.


And when we want, we can take like the takers take. ("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down. ("That's right.")
And when we desire something, we can acquire it forcefully, just like opportunistic individuals do. In our neighborhood, Southwest, we are known to act decisively.


What. Ayyo, check it."
What's up? Hey, pay attention to what I'm about to say.


Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds
Most of the time, I am intelligent and street-smart. I maintain a supply of drugs.


I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'
I'm the kind of person who can receive oral sex while driving without losing control of the vehicle.


In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs
During the winter season, I wear Timberland boots and long fur coats.


Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Typically, if I were to shoot at you guys, it would be a result of our previous conflicts and arguments.


Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves
My aim might be slightly inaccurate due to nervousness and anxiety.


Mister, a step above like street curbs
I, Mister, am superior to others, just like the elevated curbs on the streets.


M-are D-O-T, somethin' nasty
I go by the name M-R-D-O-T, and I have a reputation for being ruthless and unpleasant.


Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me
If you inquire about the price but have no intention of purchasing, don't bother asking me.


Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy
My car is so popular that it's always in demand. The roof of my car is so cool and shiny.


You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me
If you don't believe that I am mature and capable, try to kidnap me and see what happens.


Uh, respect is all I ask for
Uh, all I desire is to be treated with respect.


Wit' no problem, spray your Accord
Without any hesitation, I will shoot at your Honda Accord.


I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard
I will leave you lying facedown, lifeless on your car's dashboard.


Sixteen shots in your front left door
I will fire sixteen gunshots into the front left door of your vehicle.


Then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
After that, I quickly drove away and removed my fingerprints from any evidence.


Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
I successfully rob a lurking individual. That scenario becomes chaotic and disordered.


Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce
Getting caught up in trying to keep up with me has left you confused and bewildered.


You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw
You are nothing more than a drug addict. I am the source of all the pure drugs.


Like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Similar to the cars you witnessed bouncing on Crenshaw Boulevard.


Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!
Inform the guys in your neighborhood that the same applies to them too. What?!


That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
That's just how things work in this lifestyle. Youngster, consult your family members to get a better understanding.


Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Don't make the same foolish mistakes that led to his demise.


Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
My friend, you understand the gravity of the situation when the gun is fired.


Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
You will suffer the consequences if you don't show proper respect. You better back down, motherfucker.


Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Yo, once again, I am Boobonic. Damn, I cause a tough guy to be soaked in blood.


Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Believe me when I inform you that you haven't witnessed true violence yet.


Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low
Lying on the floor, experiencing a decrease in blood pressure.


And it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough
It's messed up because you were never acquiring money.


'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him
'Young boy, who are you addressing?' Then I shoot him.


Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't trust you
I'm referring to my friend C. Sonny, I have affection for you but cannot rely on you completely.


It's me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:
It's me and Mister, a dynamic duo, similar to A.C. Green and O.J. Simpson.


Everybody know we all about that all day
Everyone recognizes that we are fully committed to this lifestyle all day long.


Tell ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones,
Let me tell you once more, don't mess with A. Jones.


Kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay phones
I will murder you while you are engaged in conversations with women on public payphones.


Sick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
My rap delivery is exceptional, and I know the methods to acquire money.


Ski mask outta ya house and get low
I will quickly enter your house and leave with a ski mask, avoiding detection.


I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible threats
I disregard any threats or challenges you make because they have no impact on me.


See Boo iced out in invisible sets
Witness the jewelry on Boo, covered in high-quality diamonds that seem invisible.


Niggas must think that I'm outta my mind
People must believe that I am crazy.


Like I'm out in the streets without the nine
As if I were roaming the streets without carrying a firearm.


Come on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor
Come on, think logically before I shoot and make bodies fall to the ground.


One shot, I bet you won't walk no more
A single gunshot, and I guarantee you will be unable to walk again.


Reason why, you went sick-up crazy
The reason why you became crazy and obsessed with violence.


Now your mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!'
Now your mother is standing over your lifeless body, desperately urging you to get up.


But not today, he gone and that's that
But today, he is deceased and there's no changing that fact.


I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap
I will record this information on a track, and that's a guarantee.


Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")
Who controls the dangerous neighborhood? (Mister.) Who possesses a powerful gun? (Mister.)


Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.")
Dial emergency services, attempting to provide information about... (Mister.)


Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")
Who has a lot of money? (Mister.) Who drives fancy cars? (Mister.)


Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister
Who possesses a large penis? (Mister.) I will engage in sexual activity with your sister.


Bitch you call, she call to talk about Mister
The girl you call, she contacts you to discuss Mister.


Whole time, thinkin' it was all about rap
Throughout that time, you believed it was all related to the rap industry.


Knowin' I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that?
Despite knowing that I am a player, how could you possibly believe otherwise?


Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack
Consider the value of a whole brick of raw drugs compared to just an ounce of crack cocaine.


You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
You might overhear me whisper in your partner's ear, boasting about my sexual abilities.


At the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice
I can be found at the bar, drinking Cristal champagne and enjoying a bucket filled with ice.


You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin'
You might notice someone glaring at me with jealousy and anger because I am successful and thriving.


Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I stoop so low as to intentionally cheat on my partner just to prove that I am a player. (Sucker.)


I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops
I confidently speak about my experiences and back it up with my actions, just like police officers patrolling the streets.


'Bonic all over it soon as the beat drops
As soon as the beat starts, 'Bonic dominates and makes his presence known.


It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,
We are Philly's Most Wanted, the individuals who create a lot of commotion and activity on the streets.


Crushin' all y'all niggas that pray that we flop
We dominate and defeat all the individuals who hope for our failure.


Shit I spit, well
The lyrics I deliver, well


Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?")
In California, causing earthquakes with the force of a 4.6 magnitude on the Richter scale. (Get it?)


The new lever, did more than you ever
We are the new standard, achieving more success and influence than you could ever dream of.


Real niggas hate when we spill, we too clever
Authentic individuals despise us because we are too intelligent and cunning.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: RAMSEY, JONES, DAWSON, ANTHONY BANKS, ANTHONY FORTE

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