You don't know the game.

Young nigga trying to get rich.

Post it up with this shit on the ground.

Trying to sling that motherfucking shit.

You mean that crack?

But his game ain't tagged one time on the tag.

Can he make it?

Will he fake it?

He's called Ben Kroc because he got the bake.

You're going to look like the very dope that ain't y'all.

Topping it up like fat, getting hit on that page up.

Cause it's all about the spilla, nigga.

Pockets getting bigger.

Packers getting swole but getting dug by a gold digger.

Now some choose their pimp holder, some hoes pimp them, whatever it may be.

Everybody's against him.

You don't know the game, then you fuck that side.

niggas in the bank straight player but you gotta watch your back for the fucking haters if I was a football player I'd probably be on Zilla block these haters off me man

Cause they know Master P's got it going, man.

That's why I put your bitch.

But she ain't shitting everybody in the hood.

No, the whole self, dick.

But you, cause you lame.

But like Ice Cube, say let's cut out the middle man.

You need to answer this real gang.

It ain't no thing to these juke niggas cause we let our judge take.

I got luck for you fool, you got luck for me.

but there's always some sucker talking down on pink.

You need to jump up that glass dick.

You look like a delphine and sound like a bitch.

Cause I got baking soda for your bitch ass.

Cause that whole shit won't last.

You don't know the game.

You fucking psycho.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

You don't know the game, can you fuck that side?

Coming from the bayou, a table by the dosage.

Trying to dodge rats and the flying cockroaches.

No fresh cheese, no good deeds.

Down on your knees, kidnapped by cheese.

Forced with aggressions, broke to your forehead.

Can't pay dues, fucking your debt, bitch.

It's pure game like the OGs taught me.

That was bitch game when I'm talking on the faulty.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

You don't know the game, can you fuck that side?

That's how it go.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

You don't know the game, then you fuck.

That's how it go.

it's nothing but the g and i have a question baguette is on a funky g less now

How many G's in the house tonight?

And how many G's when them gold things tight?

It's nothing but a G thing, baby.

I got a trunk on a fever.

Can you fade, nigga?

Because big can't be like, chew to it.

Always wearing Nikes because I just do it.

Got more bounce to the house.

Get you drunk like some liquor.

Got your lady moaning cause he's rolling on my sticker like her weather's got that accent.

Hoorah, I ride dips and slides.

But they can't get you.

And you know I got five on me.

But we got to do this one here for my dad home.

He didn't mean it.

Mine and all.

You don't know the game.

Do you?

You don't know the game, then you fuck inside, yo.

A nigga tiptoe through the dope.

You know I'm about six foot plus mo, so I had to get low.

And you're just looking shady.

I shook some shells up in my hand.

Somebody owe me.

Y'all bitches better pay me.

You want me to say it's all good in my hood?

Well, I can't.

And anybody told you it is, they be lying because it ain't.

I hopped up in my ride, started fishtailing.

You don't know the game, then you fucking psych, yo.

You don't know the game, then you fuck that side.