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Chorus 2X



Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe

You don`t know the game `till you fuck

That`s how it goes



[Master P]

Young nigga tryin` to get rich

Posted up with this shit

On the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shit

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, nigga

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]

Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playa

But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` 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 fuck 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



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[King George]

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, fuck you a dead bitch

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 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



[Master P]

But they can`t touch ya



[Big Ed]

With my TRU niggas 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 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`



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Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe

You don`t know the game `till you fuck

That`s how it goes



[Master P]

Young nigga tryin` to get rich

Posted up with this shit

On the grind tryin` to slang that muthafuckin` shit

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, nigga

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]

Niggas hittin` the bass, straight playa

But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin` 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 fuck 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



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[King George]

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, fuck you a dead bitch

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 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



[Master P]

But they can`t touch ya



[Big Ed]

With my TRU niggas 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 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`



Chorus 2X

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