I bounced out the house about a quarter to three

I grabbed my cellular phone, some bumblebee from M-D's

Playa-haters on the block, it don't matter to me

I make G's they all recognize the P

Popped in that B.I.G. cause "it was all a dream"

All a scheme to run with the ballin' team

I run through money like a counting machine

Stay clean in the collar, might whip up outtie in a Saleen

Sip that Hennessy from here to Tennessee

And anywhere in between, got Lynk Crew on the scene

Bet they got true playas in all the states

But it's that Bay Area brother from the ballin' state

I been a hustlin-ass soldier since 83, wait and see

Old school partners they'll be hating me

Playa-haters lay awake to "Creep" like TLC

Straight up, "I Saw it Coming" like EPMD

Let's hear it for the cream, the triple-beam and the whole ball team

Paper-chase by all means

All these nationwide ballers they be callin' me, mang

Got them stories for sale, I'm in the game, boy



In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game, makin' mail

In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)





Pay me a visit to Valle-Jo and even though I'm not from there

I got partners that recognize a Lynk Crew playa

A ghetto star, cleaner than the Board of Health

With a radar you still couldn't see me like Stealth

So I'm out to the bone, I knew him from the "Money On" days 

He used to clown but tell me, "be about your money always"

Wattup killer? Why you ain't hollered at me?

Had to move up, no more Towallamie Street

What you know? I went from hustlin' to having it major

Puffin' bumblebee and reminiscing life on the razor

Used to look like only hard times was comin' my way

Now it's hard rhymes and Alize everyday

It's pimpin', I had to finally lay my cards on the table

You ain't mackin' unless you got nine more in your stable

No more jail, double-digits, thousands on bail

In the game, makin' mail, got my stories for sale



In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game, makin' mail

In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)





1-9 to the 9-5 I'm in the game like EA Sports

In it 'till I'm finished to win it and I'll never fall short

On the ball, calling the game, mang, having things well

Player campaigning from the Bay to the A-T-L

Say we bail to a mid party, sidin' the Vette

Bet I'll have you going buck wild, drippin' in sweat

Cause the kid got 'nuff styles, give me much respect

They call me, "Airtight Eddie" the game is tough to check

I think back on how it used to be struggling for green

Had to juggle between hustlin' and living my dream

Bustin' raps in the bathroom, dreaming 'bout wealth

Can't nobody give it to me, gots to make it myself

So now who put this together? Nigga, me, that's who

Who do I trust? Who? Not you if it ain't Lynk Crew

A young troop doing it for my soldiers in jail

In the game, stackin' mail, got my stories for sale



In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game, makin' mail

In the game (I'm in the game, boy!)

In the game with stories for sale (with them stories for sale)







Yiddo yiddo

The game gets thick on that you can bet

A real true to the game playa for sho' gone stack chips

Ha ha ha, yiddo

That's why I continue to represent

And fo' sho' get all the wealth I can get

Till my dyin' day I remain a Lynk Crew soldier

And it's Young Ray Luv for the 1-99-5, represent

Playa' campaigning all year, ha ha, you know?

An' I'm out