Win Some Lose Some (It’s In The Game)

[Intro]

(Method Man)

Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck
Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin'
Hittin' like Mack trucks, head splittin' paper written
In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshh shh
You see me spittin' at the kitten with the lost mitten
As we engage in cold war gettin' frostbitten
Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen
One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin'
The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus
In pursuit of gold lines, can a nigga touch it
If I can't see ya can't truss it
A shady character like Buzz Buzzard
Lay him out like a plush rugged
Now you can love it, or leave it alone
We drink death and puff bone
Draggin' your body out the end zone
And any way the wind blow that's where you flow
That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
Body layin' out on the flo', substitute
Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'
Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on
I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I touch down
Six points, what now?
Once again who comin' through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous?
Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body
You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous
Offensive shotgun
Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun
Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

[Hook]

You win some you lose some that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some it's in the game
You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

(Ricky Watters)

From the football field
(It's in the game, you win some you lose some, it's in the game)
To the mountain, ya know what I'm sayin'?
(That's how it goes son, that's how it goes
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)

Freestylin', profilin', won't catch me smilin'
Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin', I'm stylin'
A funky type of style with the lyrical incision
Shit locked down, like my niggas out in prison
Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
Sippin' cognac, while I vibe off this funky track
Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter, but smarter
So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound
In your ear piece I'm the beast
To say the least, we must increase, the peace
But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills
Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill
And thrill, lyrics spittin', through my lips
Doing backflips, it's another hit
Come take a sip, of the running Waters
Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author
The rhymes that you feel to the map
Crushin' double barrels, sing em out like carols
Who it be? It be I, the nigga with the chinky eyes
From NY, city we committee we gets busy
With killa beez on the swarm
Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
Verbally I bomb, guard your grill
It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassville
Drillin' rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff
Another TV, and they loved it

[Hook]