Student of the Game Songtext
von N.O.R.E.
Student of the Game Songtext
I feel like something special bout to happen
Queens nigga but the meetings be up in manhattan
Move the packs fast, hoops ain t both crick
We up to cook another one, bullshit
We should have the hood olympics, a cook off
Let s see which coke is terrific and who is gifted
With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar
Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y all
I knew enough spanish not to get jerked when I want work
Plus, plus, plus I let my gun off, berserk
Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas
They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas
I was to rhyme as a hobby on my closet lobby Fucking up ounces, take it back to quarters then
Hoe sales with ... kimble, even show I water min
Fast forward, got locked for a shooting
Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruiting
Locked in the zone, mind separate, guidance counselor
I went to school with a weapon, not for protection
Just to show it off, but I m gonn really use it
The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it
I never ever ever thought I d make it out in music
Started writing rhymes harder, and to visionthe youth
Locked up, reading daniel goren s books
Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo
My person identified
Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and obstacles
Man this shit work when you think about it
I mean I still get money when you think about it
Rap, probably saved my life twice with it
I m still nice with it, let s forget all the ice with ice
Forget my accolades and other big things I did
I was a wild kid, I would ve ran up in yo crib
Remember war report, cnn legacy
Hip hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony
Student of the game, I take responsibility
Give me tranquility so niggas can t belittle me
I m still doing what I do way past you
This album s home the heart, sorta feel like I have to
Prove shit, do the new shit
And the true school shit, wild with the deuces
Little guns for the little guns gala
Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana
Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror
I couldn t make that clearer
Try to compete with a real street nigga
Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera, agh?
Somehing special bout to happen
Queens nigga, queens nigga
I m still nice with it, cook another one
Separate the hustlers from the rookies y all
Cnn, cnn legacy
Hip hop hop pedigree
Rhymes is a felony
Bill doin warrup dude?
True school shit, real street niggas.
Queens nigga but the meetings be up in manhattan
Move the packs fast, hoops ain t both crick
We up to cook another one, bullshit
We should have the hood olympics, a cook off
Let s see which coke is terrific and who is gifted
With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar
Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y all
I knew enough spanish not to get jerked when I want work
Plus, plus, plus I let my gun off, berserk
Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas
They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas
I was to rhyme as a hobby on my closet lobby Fucking up ounces, take it back to quarters then
Hoe sales with ... kimble, even show I water min
Fast forward, got locked for a shooting
Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruiting
Locked in the zone, mind separate, guidance counselor
I went to school with a weapon, not for protection
Just to show it off, but I m gonn really use it
The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it
I never ever ever thought I d make it out in music
Started writing rhymes harder, and to visionthe youth
Locked up, reading daniel goren s books
Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo
My person identified
Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and obstacles
Man this shit work when you think about it
I mean I still get money when you think about it
Rap, probably saved my life twice with it
I m still nice with it, let s forget all the ice with ice
Forget my accolades and other big things I did
I was a wild kid, I would ve ran up in yo crib
Remember war report, cnn legacy
Hip hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony
Student of the game, I take responsibility
Give me tranquility so niggas can t belittle me
I m still doing what I do way past you
This album s home the heart, sorta feel like I have to
Prove shit, do the new shit
And the true school shit, wild with the deuces
Little guns for the little guns gala
Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana
Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror
I couldn t make that clearer
Try to compete with a real street nigga
Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera, agh?
Somehing special bout to happen
Queens nigga, queens nigga
I m still nice with it, cook another one
Separate the hustlers from the rookies y all
Cnn, cnn legacy
Hip hop hop pedigree
Rhymes is a felony
Bill doin warrup dude?
True school shit, real street niggas.
Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Victor Santiago Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com