Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe You don't know the game 'till you f**k That's how it goes Young nigga tryin' to get rich Posted up with this shit On the grind tryin' to slang that muthaf**kin' shit Servin' the fiends the ice cream You mean that crack Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat Can he make it, will he fake it Fiends call him Betty Crocker Cause he got the bacon You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager Cause it's all about the skrilla, nigga Pockets gettin' bigga Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them Whatever it may be, everybody against them Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa But you gotta watch your back for them f**kin' hatas If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor Blockin' these hatas off, be mad Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man That's why I f**k your bitch, but she ain't shit And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck dick But you cause you lame But like Ice Cube said, "Let's cut out the little man" You need an ounce of this real game It ain't a thang to these TRU niggas, cause we let our nuts hang I got love for you, fool you got love for me But there's always some sucker talkin' 'bout wrong P You need to jump off that glass dick You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch You want it cooked I got baking soda for your bitch ass, huh Cause that hoe shit won't last Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find cock-roaches We flip g's, no good deeds Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead King pay dues, f**k you a dead bitch Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty It's nothin' but the G in me I have a question Big Ed is on a funky G lesson Now, how many G's in the house tonight And how many G's spin them gold thangs tight It's nothin' but a G thang ba-by I gotta twank on a fubic, but can you fade me Nigga, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it Always wearin' Nikes' cause I just do it Got more bounce to the ounce Get you drunk like some liquor Gotta ??? Cause he's rollin' on my ???, like a weather got my action Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson So nigga Who ride, I ride, slide But they can't touch ya With my TRU niggas on my side And you know I got 5 on it But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie A nigga tip toe through the do' You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo' So I had to get low And niggas lookin' shady I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older Y'all bitches better pay me You want me to say it's all good in my hood Well I can't And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin' Cause it ain't I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin' Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin'