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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

Chorus 2X

[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,