The Game

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - “The Game”
[Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
[Producer(s): [?]]

[Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
Yeah, yeah, right now, I wanna say, “Rest in peace to my man Jam Master Jay”

[Verse: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)]
High, exalted, mystical, a profile like state
Troopers sipping grape Calvin Coolers, hustle to scrape up
Papes for the jewelers.  Jakes pursue us, chasing hoes, grabbing
Asses and hooters, blasting shooters, stash bricks
And scooters, hash mixed with woolers, tactics is ruthless ‘cause
Cash is what rules us. DJ Red Alert Kiss Mastermix
Used to sooth us. On the radio, eyes transfixed
Nothing could move us. Cleaned PUMAs with a toothbrush
Foolish, sold trey bays for two bucks. You were suckers
We were calling you duck. Forty Deuce slicks frame
The graffiti cliques bomb trains, uptown kids became what made you gave
Your kicks and your chain up. Now we cook the ‘caine up
Hook the lane up, shoot the vein up, fuck the brain up, see
All colors of the spectrum, swallow and shit rubbers out
The rectum. Life’s like infrared dots on foreheads
And shots connect ‘em. Criminal plots? I perfect ‘em
Blueprint for the game. Leave fingerprints so you know who
Sent you the flame ‘cause in this game…

[Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2)
You’ll get your life
Killed. Game recognize, ignite fuel flame, the night
Chills, just ain’t the same game. Niggas making
Mills, stack bills, lack mic skills, but when Agu
Drop, won’t be the same game