Fuck N Da Game

[Verse 1: Criminal Manne]
Ridin' In the Chevy thang, cruisin' by the skatin' ring
Cheesin' on them gold thangs, scopin', it's the Criminal Manne
Constantly ballin', lookin' for a build up, busta
Stick 'em up, lay back down, shut em up, shut em up motherfucker
Pullin' over to the side, nothin' but lames, splurgin' cash
Thought to myself for a minute and came to my senses, I gotta get his ass
Jumped out of the car, straight to his ride, snatched open the door
Put that TEC to his face and said "Ball on off hoe"
Ballin', I'm losing my mind, I'm kinda paranoid
Steady lookin' around with a frown, tryna dodge them blue boys
Stopped at the gas station, put that bitch in the trunk
Now I'm bout my hoe killin', ballin', time to stang this punk
Ridin', gettin' high, smokin' weed, now it's after dark
By ballin', scowling, scratching rubber, jet to thе nearest park
Pulled that bitch out thе back, smacked him, bucked him, hit him in his face
Nigga, where the money where the dope pulls, trick ass nigga, don't make me catch a case
Punk ass boy, don't try to test my pimpin'
I got a family to feed, Ima need some, nigga, let's just handle business
Trick if I were you, I wouldn't try to test my nuts
Cause a player like myself, in the game just fucked up

[Hook]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese

[Verse 2: Criminal Manne]
Back in my hood, up to no good, standin' on the track
Bitches beepin' hoes, freakin', instead I just smoke a sack
Once again I got my ass in cuz I had to stang that boy
Cuz when I pulled that trick's cheese, I was singing ("Ship ahoy, ship ahoy, ship ahoy")
Fist full of bricks in my hand, I'm the mane
With the yam, god damn, I'm insane to da game
Looked around, what do I see? Is it a bird, is it a bee?
Aw Man (What you be saying?) 5-0's, they comin' for me
Pop 'em in it, what should i do? Grab my pistol, wanna start shootin'
Jet through the cut, ballin' around and like a junky on them drugs fool
Hit the alley down the valley, I hid behind a pine tree
Coppers mad as fuck, they turn up shit cuz they can't find me
Jet to the Chevy, pounds of sweat comin' from my face
A cop, fucked up and seen me, now I'm ballin', put 'em on a highspeed chase
Doin' a dash, that's my ass, if they catch me, Ima be hanged
Hit the gas, real fast, [?] screamin' [?], now they gotta play a Mack
Left them bitches in the wind (Ima holla at you friend)
So catch up with yo kind, trick, 'cause my pimpin', I don't think it's thin
Made it to my crib, chill, layin' in my blow mane
Every single day, just the same shit, a player fucked in the game

[Hook]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese

[Verse 3: DJ Zirk]
Killaz, killaz, Orange Mound Niggas
Strapped with them thangs, it's all in the game
These niggas on the run, so nigga, flip yo tone
It's time to get it on, it's time to get it on
These niggas know the Mound's too motherfuckin' thick
I'm ready to go to war on these busta ass bitches
Nigga, while you sleep, a nigga's on the creep
Nigga, lay it down, shootin' round after round
So back up off this shit, a nigga packin' 'em thangs
A nigga feelin' strange, a nigga just insane
Niggas, watch yo back, I'm strapped with that Glock
Rippin', slippin' mass, it's time to hit that block
Lock em' in my trunk, drag him to the river
Leave his body cold, no remorse for this nigga
Ballin' down park, creepin' after dark
Orange Mounds niggas, killers from da park
I'm real about this shit, I'm down about my click
I'm all about my hoes, I fiend to stang a bitch
My niggas in the hood robbin' niggas, makin' stangs
A nigga packin' 'em thangs, a niggas swingin' 'em thangs
Straight off da block, niggas selling rocks
Motherfuck the cops, they ass gettin' popped
Livin' in the city, in Memphis, Tennessee, mane
But still you just don't hear me, I'm fucked in the game

[Hook]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane I'm gone fuck a hoe
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care cuz I need some cheese

[Verse 4: Thugsta & Criminal Manne]
If I remember, hmm, it was on a Wednesday afternoon
I was chillin', smokin' and drinkin' with my nigga Dre in the hotel room
Just got sucked and fucked by a couple of Binghampton freaks
Kicked them hoes to the curb, can't deal with no bitch when you tryna make some cheese
Cruisin' down the interstate, he suggestin' we hit down town
(Lover's Lane) Where the pretty boys hang
(With them hoes) Ridin' clean
Hit the Jackson exit out the Chevy, used the telephone
Called my nigga Criminal, told him the tale, tell me, hold on
Constantly gettin' beat by this silly ass bitch [?] ass
Told bout shit (Hoes) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Now back to what I was sayin', you got ya (Gat strapped
Like a mack, 2 clips, a hollow tip and a yard full of scrap, mane, let's ride black)
Hop back in the ride, fed up a blunt and punch this bitch to sale
Ballin' down, walkin', turn on Valentine, hit a across from jail
To the pool, housin' me, Mad Maine, Criminal, Mr. Ink
Miss was in the back, chiefin', choppin' up a swisha sweet
So we switch cars, me and Dre jumped in my roadie's Jeep
Ballin', smokin' and chokin' on some hay, on the business creep
Made it to our destination, scopin' out this love couple
(Dating, no) tryna be romantic, get they ass in trouble
Jumped out quick put my tone to his bitch
Don't turn around, trick, empty ya pockets and gimme ya cash before you feel like the last bitch
Left 'em in the sand, holdin' hands, mane, I get away clean
[?] the cash, hey, ugh, ugh, you know what I mean