For Da Love of Da Game

[Intro]
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

[Verse 1: Pauly Yams]
I got love for the game, that's why I rhyme and always stay in the booth
Never lying to the people, always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my chest, it give power to songs
Girl riffin' when I'm home about the hours I'm gone
I can't help it, the studio where Paul be at
Tried to walk away from it, but it called me back
Forget my pride, tihs, I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work, music
Recognize that my heart has been spillin' my game
Pour my heart on a track and have you feeling my pain
Seen a lot of hard times on the way to success
When I'm mad, writing a rhyme is my way to express
Lay back and fall deep in a verse
If I was out in the street, I'd probably lay sleep in a hearse
There's nothing like when you on the mic tearin' a track
Then you come from out the booth and start hearing it back
Everybody there love the sound (Lovin' it)
That's why they give you hugs and pounds, now you know you were spittin' this
You got the whole room vibin' the same
You ain't doing the for watches and chains, you got love for the game

[Chorus]
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

[Verse 2: Baby Blak]
For the love of the game, only deal in dollars and change
Switch places from big faces, one in the same
With snares and kicks, prepared to mix
In the both 'til I'm dead, no roof on my head
Keep the tools in the shed, got a place to stay
But a place to lay? That's what I deal with on a day-to-day
Phone off, heat off, loan sharks, spaghetti, no meat balls
At least y'all can eat, y'all
Feel my pain, on a cloudy day, feel my rain
No food, no drink, just hunger pains
Thinkin' every day who this chrome gon' kill
Smilin' in women face for a home-cooked meal
Right now I hate my life
But love the way I write, for real, I think I seen my death
Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff?
Pockets of my jeans on E and they seams on F
I'm a hard-working, all-nighter, ASCAP, SESAC songwriter
Worldwide, Dom P, raw rider
Feel my blood and tears, but my love or the drug
Got me loved and revered from thugs for years, it's the game yo

[Chorus]
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

[Verse 3: Pauly Yams & Baby Blak]
Yo, Blak, it seem like we both feeling the same
Remember when I walked away and you were still in the game? (Uh-huh)
That tihs was hot, I'm still feeling the flames
Plus you never forgot, every other verse spillin' my name (Yo)
Chillin' with dames to wheel they Range, chillin' their brain with game
If not, cousin, I'd be still on the train
Like you said, we ain't willing to change, I'm feeling you, mane
Yams, see, family and we stick together
Shows overseas, spit together
No doubt, for the love of the game
We gonna keep staying the same, when you're not around laying your dame
Getting paper from a play in the lane
Keep heat for any hater that wanna test the rap
And even more on the wax so that Jeff could scratch
I attest to that, still walk with vest on back
Same ghetto, same whip, still stressed, don't crack
Just wanna back y'all, nothin' less than that
Just want some cash, cars and them records from Blak
It's just the game, yo, but whether or not
I still got love for hip-hop, it's the game

[Chorus]
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap