He Got Game Page #2

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Basketball is like

poetry in motion.

Just comin' down the court,

you got a defender in your way.

You take him to the left.

You take him back to the right.

And he's fallin' back,

and you just "J" right in his face.

And then you look at him,

and then you say, "What?"

Basketball's the birthplace

of all of my dreams,

of everything that I wanna be, of

everything I wanna accomplish in life.

I feel handsome when I'm on the court.

I feel like I'm somebody.

The way this goes down

is simple

From this day forth

anything dealing with rap stay off

This the play-offs

No payoffs, strictly skills

If your brain's insane

then stick to your deals

In this field it ain't about sellin'

a mil wit' the run of the mill

So just be tellin' it real, it ain't

like a third-time felon's appeal

Till a god schools 'em

and tells 'em the deal

I'll allow you to write

maybe allow you to bite

If you down to fight the power

here's the power to fight

I overpower the mic

Hit the crowd wit' da bomb diggy

Ring the alarm

Now the squad's wit' me

From way back I shown no weakness

when I speak this

Mentally strong to keep this hit

and my speech is given

Now listen from the beginnin'

till I reach the endin'

My short story's winnin'

and keep the beat spinnin'

You know the name, P.E.

You know the game, P.E.

We ain't for the fame

We for the change

Word is Bond, I wake up every day

wit' my game face on

You know the name, P.E.

You know the game, P.E.

We ain't for the fame

We for the change

Word is Bond, I wake up every day

wit' my game face on

We back harder than ever

Follow my lead

Through the fast lane

in the game

This is Mr. Shuttlesworth.

His key?

You ain't ready to get it, I don't

know why they keep askin' for it

Is this guy gonna mean

any trouble?

Nah, he's not

gonna mean any trouble.

If you somewhat sure

Hip-hop's like a chess game

Discussing the war, strategize

Move like masterminds

- So where y'all stayin' at?

- Marriott, mid-town Manhattan.

That's what I figured. Why aren't

I stayin' down there with y'all?

Only place

on Coney lsland, my man.

Why waste all that valuable time

commuting back and forth...

when you can walk

to see your son right from here?

You also don't have a choice.

The way I see it, this is better

than your room at the hoosegow.

- This is the Ritz to you.

- I ain't mad at nobody.

You understand

what I'm sayin'?

Yeah. Yeah, this is

better than the Marriott.

Keep your hands still.

There you go.

- All right. Sit down.

- Huh?

You heard what the f*** I said.

I said sit down!

There's a couple of things

I think we better go over.

Number one:

You ain't on vacation.

You're not a free man.

In the eyes of the law,

you are still a convicted felon.

Your ass is ours.

You understand that?

- Do you?

- Yeah, I over-stand it.

- Then answer us when we speak to you.

- I understand it, over-stand it.

The sooner you do

what you gonna do,

the better it will be

for all concerned parties.

Mr. Shuttlesworth,

you are now wired.

It's a letter of intent

for your son to sign. Take it.

In here there's some money.

Get some clothing.

Toothpaste, deodorant,

personal effects, whatever have you.

Take a shower. Wash your ass.

Give me your right leg.

Just in case you get any smart ideas,

we will track you down.

And when we find you,

we will shoot you dead.

- You have to check in with us daily.

Plus, when we page you, you have to

return our call within ten minutes...

or there's gonna be

hell to pay.

Yeah. So y'all gonna be

following me everywhere I go?

No, we're not gonna

follow you.

We're gonna get you a passport,

plane ticket and a VlSA card.

Of course we're gonna be around.

What the f*** you think we're gonna do?

- So how long I got exactly?

- You got till midnight Sunday.

- I guess I better get working.

- That would be the best thing to do.

And we will see you tomorrow.

-Yeah, I bet you will.

- How's the tummy?

Great. Everything's lovely.

Nice seein' you gentlemen.

- Just in case.

- Thank you.

It's open.

Sh*t.

Thank you, Jesus.

Thank you.

If man is the father

the son is the center of the Earth

In the middle

of the universe

Then why is this verse

coming six times rehearsed

Don't freestyle much

but I write 'em like such

Amongst the themes

controlled by the screens

What does it all mean

all this sh*t I'm seein'

Human bein's

screamin' vocal javelins

Sign of a local nigga

unravelin'

My wanderin'

got my ass wonderin'

Where Christ is

in all this crisis

Hating Satan

never knew what nice is

Check the papers

while I bet on ices

More than your eyes can see

and ears can hear

-Year by year all sense disappears

- Know y'all did your homework.

- Nonsense perseveres

Prayers laced with fear

- What's up?

Beware:
two triple-0

is near

It might feel good

It might sound a little somethin'

But damn the game

if it don't mean nothin'

- What's up?

- What is game, who got game

- I saw you running.

Don't even try to play it off.

If you would've been on time,

there would've been no need to run.

- The bus would've come sooner,

I would've been on it.

- I didn't tell you?

The B-36 don't come

until I get here, Lala.

You know I got it like that.

Why you gonna play me

like that?

- You played yourself, faded yourself.

- That's crazy.

Oh?

You're lucky the bus is here,

late like you.

People use

Even murders excused

So, uh, have you narrowed down

your choices yet?

Not yet.

You gonna let me in

on your secret?

You know I'll never keep

anything from you, never.

Folks don't even

own themselves

Anyway, there's this guy

that I know that I want you to meet.

Who's the guy?

He's a friend of the family.

His name is D'Andre Mackey.

- What does he do?

- D'Andre's an agent.

You know I ain't supposed to be talking

to no agent. That sh*t is illegal.

All he wants to do is talk to you for

five minutes, see where your head is at.

My head is on my shoulders

and gonna stay there.

I'm not f***ing

with no agents, Lala.

Who got game

Where's the game in life

Jesus, please?

I got game

She got game

- Please?

- They got game, he got game

Come on. He's a friend

of the family.

- Five minutes of your time.

- So?

It's just five minutes of your time

before you make your decision.

Come on. Please?

I don't know.

Let me think about it.

-I'll see you fourth period, all right?

-Sounds good.

Mmm. Mmm.

- I'll be so happy

when this stuff is over with.

- It won't be long now.

What do you got? A Monday morning

10:
00 a.m. press conference, right?

- Yeah.

- Have you made a decision yet?

You know what?

That's the thing that's bothering me.

And you know what? You're my coach,

right? I mean, I don't mind.

Every time I walk down the hallways,

"Where you goin'?

Where you goin'? Have you chosen a

school yet? Are you going to the NBA?"

I'm gonna tell y'all

Monday morning.

- I'm tired of hearing that.

- I can understand that.

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