I separate the game & truth    the truth of game, the game of truth   All we do is separete the game from the truth   the truth from the game, the game from the truth      You can either play in the game or control it   either be the boss with the biggest dick or just hold it   your pussycat raps deserve caps   rockin my style, you stole it   smuggled hip hop like the slave-trade and sold it    to every Tom, Jack, and Billy, wannabe Willy's   you know before Garcia's was Phillies    .38 specials was 9 milli's   crack was krillies, you knew the deal not the dealy   figure this, niggas is jiggy that jiggy this   platinum with stones crusted on the mic   plus ice on they neck & wrists, is it game or truth?   Fake niggas is Abe Lincoln, I'm John Wilkes Booth    hatin' like crack fiends on the reup man waitin, uh    sellin ya soul half price to satan   we enemies like Oswald and Kennedy, but no speculation   just that magic bullet marinatin'      Game is...the big time, the big shines   Truth is..you walk a thin line, never make a thin dime   Game is..you all about it, I doubt it doubt it   playa, playa do me a favor, dead that til later   don't get me wrong I'm not a hater   I'm talking to small timers that front major   but can't afford to pay the pager   truthfully the game usually amuses me   look at this whole shit, I miss how it used to be   cause back then before rappin was actin   those makin dough from lights, camera, action    was just a fraction   your skill's barely passable, you laughable   you think you're Castro?    You're mixed up like caserole   straight pussy masingil   to be factual you can barely hold a Jackson bill   let alone half a mil   leave it alone when grown folks is speaking   game is for you to decide the true meaning      Game is...the Range, fast lane   Truth is...no change, no fame   Game is...Cocaine, the high life   Truth is...nosebleeds, skiid nights   Game is...the road to riches, mad bitches   Truth is...codependence, convictions   Game is...ice links and drunk sprees   Truth is...weak drinks and fake minks      I hate bitches, fake bitches that take riches   gold diggers, snake bitches, straight chickens   Game is when bitches act brainless   they do the same shit    to whip the Benz or ride the Rangers   they chase the famous then everything changes   you was the latest, now you just a played bitch   girls look so good but they brains' not ready   so I hit em wit' the cheddy, don't wet me   I separate the game so muthafuckas can get it straight   light weights often die from high stakes   I grab the average bird double fisted   spitting the hottest lyrics   leaving their face, neck, and hands blistered   the hardest MC's go limp wristed   exploit metaphors like whores in various ways    you never knew existed, the plot thickens   there oughtta be a novel by Charles Dickens   "Attack of the Gold Diggin' Chickens"   I keep chicken feed in the form of cheap malt liquor,   some cheesburgers, and hydroponic weed, indeed   my style's been trapped like 2Pac   on a late night stroll in Death Row, but now it's free   while ya'll stay skii'd, I stay tree'd   the 9th inning & these so called playas got the lead   now that's some shit that's hard to believe...   it's hard to believe      Game is...everybody knows ya name   Truth is...fifteen minutes of fame   Game is...rap stars, fast cars   Truth is...you paid the price and gave ya life      I separate the game & truth   the truth & game, the game & truth   All we do's separete the game from the truth   the truth from the game, the game from the truth      The problem with you is you're too greedy   you smoke them beedy's, your weak cd   can't fuck wit you on GP   you see me with no frills    record label must smoke krill   most of these rap acts got no skills   truth is the odds are better winnin' a million in Bingo   than sellin' a million singles   reality versus fiction   the truth is you need to stop sniffin' and do something different   listen, your Willy status burned out like Philly ashes   whip crashes, life flashes before your eyes like matches   money's too tight to mention   so stop pretendin like you've been spendin   half these kids rap like out of work actresses   face down, ass up on cheap mattresses   what's beef? Transparent cause I see through beef   lost ya fronts, now you got see-through teeth   the name J-Son plays on   big up to heavy drinkers while the herb tokers blaze on   til the smoke makes dusk look dawn   Kreators, separate us, kings from Pawns      Game is....Truth is.