The Game Songtext
von S.U.N.

I know how to play the game
I don′t think they know how to play the game that I'm talking to
The game
The game, the game

Yo, up in the power base
The mic is clear
My man Comback
The game
The game of life
The game up in these streets
Even on the basketball court

Yo, yo
I′ve been in the game
Point guard, don't you remember?
Beating court cases back in May and December

Shaking 'em with a few buds so they don′t complain

Don′t let the police catch you in the lane, that's the referee
In this game, we hustle
Don′t try to post me up 'cause you ain′t got the muscle


Zig-zag, that's how I roll when I penetrate
Finger roll looking sweet just like Gary Payton
Fucking ′em up with mad finesse
They wonder how this nigga sold my mom some cess
To be the captain of this team, shit is mad stress
I'm getting dressed for the game, you know my ritual
The opposition ain't showing no mercy so I gotta stay critical
Watching secret agents investigating my situation

When I find your ass flagrant, your mic gets wrecked
I got a tech but it was worth it
I broke your wrist, I′m sorry, dude, didn′t mean to hurt it
I'm not from Harlem but I expand the globe like a Trotter

It′s the Sun, who the fuck can make it hotter?
Traveling, they blow the whistle
They thought my move was unofficial

I argue it, overruled by the next official
I get my way on the court
The way I dominate the game is more than just a sport
The black quarterback throwing bombs accurate
Got it from my daddy 'cause the nigga mastered this

All up in the streets so it′s all up in me
In this game, you gotta be all you can be

Thought up, game too tight to get caught up
All these niggas in the pasture like cows getting slaughtered


The game
The game of life
The game
The game up in these streets
Even on the basketball court
Yo, it's the Sun
The game