M.O.P Know the Game Ft Mobb Deep Lyrics

Chorus] - 2X

[M.O.P.]
In order to survive the game
Know the game
Hold your name
And let them n____s know
The way to win the war
Attend the war
End the war
And let your hammer go

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, I'll leave your whole body twisted when you get lifted
And police'll have to fist rumblistics on a bisket, another statistic
I try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district
I don't know why the f___ you risk it
I be more deep, walking the streets, packing the heat
Bring the cowmeat, you'll lifted off your feet
and leave you sleeping on the concrete
Get blown at home or whatever is on your bone
Get to flown to your dome, blow chromosones out your flesh and bones
Hitman for hire, who's the next one to expire
Shoot it up in black attire, hit you wit the rapid fire
The stainless bisket will leave your brain smoking
Your whole frame broken and clothes soaken, head blown the f___ open
Try to step inside my fort and get caught
Wit the trey pound shorter left on the sidewalks of New York
The decompose, blood flows are holes in your clothes, eyes closed
Body be frozed, posing for pictures with a rose
Head to your toes, look like you got wetted with a hose
The road you choose got your brain drain through your nose, n____
So who be commiting crimes, dangerous minds, put two to your spine
Lay you behind enemy lines
When we cross it and leave you like a broken faucet
The underworld production family can reinforce it

[Mobb Deep]
Yo, when s___ get real, it ain't what you expected
Me and kikos are known to get hectic
Only to wreck s___, many slugs in all directions
Make you see the light when my shot makes connections
n____s get their face split in section
Shooked, using ice grilled looks for they protection
We absorb everything you fear
And indulging in crime-filled atmosphere
This s___ ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used to
We used to stick n____s on the F through to
The E train, when it's time to recruit
I humble on the D train, see my man D
Don't need to purchase my cocaine, word to my newborn seed
A n____ gotta make loot to support greed
On the wildside of the fence, the s___ is on the verge of explosion
It's so cold, you might get frozen
If you leave yourself vulnerable and time lasping
Fools collasping and caught up in gun clapping
No matter who you are if you know many faces
I don't discriminate, my shot bleed all races
And coaches, we sorts like vultures
Eating your insides like ulcers and pour n____s closer n____

[Chorus]