Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Young nigga tryin' to get rich, posted up with this shit
On the grind tryin' to slang that motherfuckin' shit
(Servin' them fiends that ice cream) You mean that crack?
But his game ain't tight, one time's on the back
Can he make it? Will he fake it?
Fiends gon' break rocks 'cause he got to bake it
Pickin' it up like Pillsbury dough, that yayo
Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pay joe
'Cause it's all about the scrilla, nigga, pockets gettin' bigger
Pockets gettin' swole, but gettin' dug by a gold digger
Now some choose to pimp hoes and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody's against them
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Niggas in the Bay straight player
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' haters
If I was a football player, I'd probably be Lawrence Taylor
Block these haters off me, man
'Cause they know Master P's got it goin', man
That's why I fucked your bitch
But she ain't shit and everybody in the hood know the ho sucked dick
But you 'cause you lame
But like Ice Cube say, "Let's cut out the middleman"
You need an ounce of this real game
It ain't no thang to these TRU niggas 'cause we let our nuts hang
I got love for you, fool, you got love for me
But it's always some sucker talkin' down on P
You need to jump off that glass dick
You look like a dope fiend and sound like a bitch
You wanted codeine, I got baking soda for your bitch ass
Hah, 'cause that ho shit won't last
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Comin' from the Bayou, I double by the dosage
Tryin' to dodge rats and the flyin' cockroaches
No free cheese, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by G's
Forceful aggressions, broke to your forehead
Can't pay dues, stuck in your debit
Spit pure game like the OG's taught me
Never spit game when I'm talkin' on a faulty
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
There'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 spend them gold things tight?
It's nothin' but a G thang, baby
I got a twunk on the beaver, can you fade me?
Nigga, 'cause Big Ed be like true to it (True to it)
Always wearin' Nikes 'cause I just do it
Got more bounce to the ounce, get you drunk like some liquor
Got your lady moanin' 'cause she's rollin' on my sticker
Like her weather's got that action (Action)
Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Michael Jackson
Nigga, hoo-ride, I ride, dips and slides
But they can't touch us with my TRU niggas on my side
And you know I got 5 on
But we gotta do this one here for my dead homies
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Now nigga tip-toe through the do'
You know I'm 'bout 6'4" plus more, so I had to get low
And niggas lookin' 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 is, they'd be lyin' 'cause it ain't
I hopped up in my ride, started fishtailin'
Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started three-wheelin'
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
You don't know the game, then you fuckin' psycho
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