[Chorus: Master P]
N***a turn a four to a half, you a genius
From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius
Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius
Got keys off the boat, street n***a, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Verse 1: Master P]
Ask Joey where that rock at
LeBron James couldn't stop that
Posted up with my trill n***as
Ain't nobody got that
It's soda pop in that water-water
Walgreens, sell any order
I'm a chemist on that stove
Turn a soft eight to a hard quarter
Livin' like a nightmare
My rifle man be right there
I bubble up and I cook it up
I'm Einstein without the white hair
And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin'
I had to check my bitch for usin' the same pot that I cook in
Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper
Courtney dropped me off some guns, said, "Keep that for them haters"
This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no books
If you make it out, you a genius, if you get caught, you a crook
[Chorus: Master P]
N***a turn a four to a half, you a genius
From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius
Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius
Got keys off the boat, street n***a, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Much more than I seen
Came up from a triple beam
I'm a young genius how I mastermind 'em out with my whole team
Can't speak too fluent
I can do anything if my mind put to it
No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave, all my [?] influenced
All the drank I pour
[?] down to the Louis V [?]
Me and [?] on tour
Never had a million dollars, n***a, hear my roar
Turn two into four, turn four into eight
I'ma knock 'em out with it
Never use the phone when you ridin' 'round with it
[?] stop em, tell 'em I did it
Really gettin' money, y'all [?] killers
Ask the boy, the Don, Percy Miller
N***a, this money stacked to the ceilin'
From all this crack and weed dealin'
Haters ain't eatin', they in they feelings
I'ma get to the money, that's gon' kill 'em
Plannin' my steps, watchin' my moves
I'm a genius, I don't feel 'em, Mob
[Chorus: Master P]
N***a turn a four to a half, you a genius
From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius
Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius
Got keys off the boat, street n***a, you a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius

[Outro: Master P]
If you could look at it and don't even need no scale
You a genius
If you could just cook that thing up with the earl and shake it
You really a chemist, you a genius
But if you could clean your dirty money up to good money
And survive this crazy shit
You a genius, feel me?