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Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe
You don't know the game 'till you fk
That's how it goes
Master P
Young nigg* tryin' to get rich
Posted up with this s**t
On the grind tryin' to slang that muth*fkin' s**t
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
King George
Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat
Can he make it, will he fake it
Fiends call him Betty Crocker
Master P
Cause he got the bacon
Big Ed
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, nigg*
Pockets gettin' bigga
Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
Silkk
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against them
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Master P
hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fkin' 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 fk your b*tch, but she ain't s**t
And everybody in the hood know the hoe suck d*ck
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 , 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 d*ck
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a b*tch
You want it cooked
I got baking soda for your b*tch ass, huh
Cause that hoe s**t won't last
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King George
Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find c*ck-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, s**t float to your forehead
King pay dues, fk you a dead b*tch
Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me
Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty
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Big Ed
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 tw*nk on a fubic, but can you fade me
nigg*, 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 nigg*
Who ride, I ride, slide
Master P
But they can't touch ya
Big Ed
With my TRU on my side
Master P
And you know I got 5 on it
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie
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Silkk
A nigg* tip toe through the do'
You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo'
So I had to get low
And lookin' shady
I shook some shell up in my ass, somebody older
Y'all girls 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'
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