Back In The Game Lyrics - Ron Isley

{"It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"} 

Uh-huh, Mr. Bigs, Track Masters 

It's a Wu-Tang official right here you know 

Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work 

We took time off, while other rappers got jerked 

Shits 'bout to change now, it's a shame how 

Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now 

And as we step in the door, we cause panic 

Yep, the usual suspects, we at it 

Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt 

Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself 

Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old 

I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold 

Crops with the pros where cops won't dare go 

Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes 

Still me, always have and will be I.L.L.G 

It's silly to hate but feel free 

Hey, hear what I say, they gotta pay 

And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday 

Back in the game now, copped me some weed now 

My people 'bout to eat now, shits 'bout to change now 

Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now 

Better catch up now, shits 'bout to change now, yeah 

Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin' 

Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin' 

Stuck at rock bottom, tryin' to come up on somethin' 

Pumpkin' from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin' 

Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in 

And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life 

Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice 

On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight 

That's on everything, put it on the kids and the wife 

Been buryin' my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke 

Searchin' for a quick antidote 

Mo' money, mo' problems to cope 

We were at the same table when the chips were checked 

A gamblin', rebel who inspects the deck 

Just when you thought we would fold our hand 

Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans 

It was live on air but in between station breaks 

I was holdin' a pair and just made the table stakes 

Split the demos, put insurance on tapes 

A safeguard against the crusaders in capes 

If I double down they say the Gods are sharks 

If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked 

We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu 

While the dealer promoted the full house venue 

A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds 

The high roller who got credit upon signin' 

They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle 

Recourse of bluff game's your muscle 

I'm back in the game now, copped me some weed now 

My people 'bout to eat now, shit's 'bout to change now 

Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now 

Better catch up now 

Say what? 

{"Shaolin shadowboxing!"} 

Shits 'bout to change 

Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on 

How to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch 

Banana coat matchin' with the ratchet 

Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin' 

Jump in the six, kicks look crisp, talkin' 'bout the bird 

Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant 

It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin' 

Buried you alive, left your whore cryin' 

We on your floor look more doors 

Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed 

And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix 

Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin' Louis Rich 

Most people say the Clan was missin' since 

I got dropped off a radio 

Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process 

Everybody switched they names like 

Whatcha call it, any fast D.James 

It was the Gods that rapped that, sharkskin' dark skinned bitches 

Clerks from Digi left the game dizzy 

Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through 

We had to stay hood 'cause that's who we been through 

R.Z.A came through, mastermind got the cash and power 

Proof that power plastered divine classical lines 

Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable 

Now niggaz with the radical shines 

It's ghost Deini, every coast need me 

We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. 

World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan 

We brought so much heat that we was givin' you tears an' shit 

I'm back in the game now, copped me some weed now 

My people 'bout to eat now, shit's 'bout to change now 

Back in the game now, all my niggaz in the hood now 

Better catch up now, shits 'bout to change now 

Shits 'bout to change 

Back in the hood now 

Back in the game