[Verse 1: Lil’ Ramsey]
These ho ass niggas
They got the game fucked up, playa
These niggas don’t realize that I’m all about drug sales
They ain't real playas cause if they was they wouldn't flodge
These bustas don’t understand, in Magnolia we comin’ hard
Shit gettin real thick but I see they don’t hear me, though
They think that I’m ‘tratin’, I’m from that land known for slangin’ dope
Magnolia’s my hood and we for real in the Crime Click
Peace to the playas in back and bitches we crucifix
Naw, ain't no flodgin’, niggas this shit is for real, so
Nonstop, slangin’ dope and your chewin‘ we takin’, ho
No regret, no reason [?]
Call my hood cause we comin’ hard
I know you afraid, these bitches fear us, the Death Squad
Killas from the south side, I know you can't stand it, right
That ink got me fucked up so I’m locc’d out and outta sight
These bitches that violate must don’t know that I serve them well
Take heed to this warning
You got the game fucked up, playa
[Bridge]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]
You don’t know who you're fuckin’ with
You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with
[Chorus]
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got -
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa
Stop slippin’ with that Anna
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
I drank a Zima in my steamer
Drank a ‘yak in the ‘lac
Smoke a sack on the track
Smoke a blunt at the strip junt
It’s the project pimp, kickin’ pimpin’, limpin’ on the dope track
Smokin’ on a mac while I’m standin’ by a pearl ‘lac
Bumpin’ Mayz and Isaac Hayes, but when Im high I bump the Hutch
Pull your clutch cause in your shit I’m finna go, bitch
Follow my dick get my ho and let my fuckin’ pants sag
Now you’re gone from the blast of my tone, that’s too bad
Nine times outta ten, a hoe gon’ stack up anyway
So get the business, hit the track or your ass gon’ die today
But don’t get fucked up in the game
If yo’ pimpin’ can't hang
Don’t try to change me cause Tommy’s gon’ remain the same
Spillin’ blood on the corners, body donor to the med
Pickin’ it up in yo’ bed
Got your bitch givin’ me head
Realize pimpin’ when you see it while I spit this shit
Kiss my ass talkin’ bad about this fuckin’ Crime Click
Jealous hearted bustas hate to see a nigga come up
I got two tapes out and I produced this one, mothafucka
How you gonna act toward a nigga ‘bout his fuckin’ biz
Built my own company I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ these other tricks
Bow down and bless a real nigga with his game tight
Sold dope for a pastime early in my life
Came up just like the mob
Born and raised with my click
Straight from Four Corners Pimpinville, can you dig it bitch?
Sixteen years of age, from these streets, packin’ heat
Playa hatas I don’t trust cause y’all got the game fucked up, nigga
[Bridge]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle
Stay about -
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle
Stay about they hustle, bitch
[Chorus/Outro]
Got the -
Got the game fucked up
Got tue game fucked up
Got the game fucked
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the -
Got the game fucked up
Got tue game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the game fucked up, playa
