Know Da Game - Frankie Cutlass

[Featuring Mobb Deep  Kool G Rap  M.O.P.] 
(Mobb Deep) 
Shit is real on the muthafucking hill  God 
Times is hard  visons blurred kid  I can't see far 
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased 
Over some bullshit beef I pack heat 
Son it's '96 and I ain't going out like that 
Never roll a dollo cuz my crew got my back 
And it's a fact  niggas don't know how to act 
Till I cop back  react  leave 'em laying on they back 
Sometime I try to maintain and chill 
Stop my brain from thinking, restrain from grabbing my steal 
I'm stressed out, trying to live right on the wrong route 
Thinking of ways to get loot in large amounts 
So I chill on the block, nigga respect mines 
?A giver wit the nets? and the muthafucking tech nines 
So pack steel if you come through, front if you want to 
Before you do, so let me warn you 
We more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat 
Fuck the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine did 
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded 
We cock cannons, punishing and back handing 
Chorus(2x) 
(M.O.P) 
In order to survive the game 
Know the game 
Hold your name 
And let them niggas 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 fuck 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 
G