F**ked-N-Da Game
[Verse 1: Criminal Manne]
Ridin' In the Chevy thang, cruisin' by the skatin' rink
Cheesin' on them gold thangs, scopin', it's the Criminal Manne
Constantly ballin', lookin' for a bailed up busta
Stick 'em up, lay back down, shut 'em up, shut 'em up, mothafucka
Pulled 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, ho"
Ballin', I'm losin' my mind, I'm kinda paranoid
Steady lookin' around with a frown, tryna dodge the blue boys
Stopped at the gas station, put that bitch in the trunk
Now, I'm 'bout my hog killin', ballin', time to stang this punk
Ridin', gettin' high, smokin' weed, now it's after dark
By ballin', scowlin', scratchin' rubber, jet to the nearеst park
Pulled that bitch out the back, smacked him, buckеd him, hit him in his face
N***a, where the money, where the dope gone?
Trick ass n***a, don't make me catch a case
Ho ass boy, don't try to test my pimpin'
I got a family to feed, I'ma need some, n***a, let's just handle business
Trick, if I were you, I would try to test my nuts
'Cause a player like myself, in the game just fucked up
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause 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, 'cause I had to stang that boy
'Cause when I took the trick's cheese, I was singin'
("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 the game
Looked around, what do I see? Is it a bird, is it a bee?
Aw, mane (1, 2, 3, 4) 5-0, they comin' for me
Copper minute, 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, 'cause 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, I'ma be hanged
Hit the gas, real fast, [?], screamin' tires, really, now they got a playa mad
Left them bitches in the wind (I'ma 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 this game
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
[Verse 3: DJ Zirk]
Killers, killers, Orange Mound n***as
Strapped with them thangs, it's all in the game
These n***as on the run, so n***a, grip yo tone
It's time to get it on, it's time to get it on
These n***as know the Mound too mothafuckin' thick
I'm ready to go to war on these busta ass bitches
N***a, while you sleep, a n***a's on the creep
N***a, lay it down, shootin' round after round
So back up off this shit, a n***a packin' 'em thangs
A n***a feelin' strange, a n***a just insane
N***as, watch yo back, I'm strapped with that Glock
Grip and slip the mask, it's time to hit the block
Lock em' in my trunk, drag him to the river
Leave his body cold, no remorse for this n***a
Ballin' down park, creepin' after dark
Orange Mounds n***as, killers from the park
I'm real about this shit, I'm down about my click
I'm all about my hog, I fin to stang a bitch
My n***as in the hood robbin' n***as, makin' stangs
A n***a packin' them thangs, a n***as swingin' them thangs
Straight off the block, n***as sellin' rocks
Mothafuck 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 this game
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause 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 n***a Dre in the hotel room
Just got sucked and fucked by a couple of Binghampton freaks
Kicked them hoes to the curb, can't be with no bitch when you tryna make some cheese
Cruisin' down the interstate, he suggestin' we hit down town
(On Lover's Lane) Where the pretty boys hang
(With them hoes) Ridin' clean
Hit the Jackson exit, stopped at Sheldon, use the telephone
Called my n***a Criminal, told him the tale, damn it, hold on
(What's up, dog?)
Constantly gettin' beeped by this silly ass bitch that I don't talk 'bout shit (Told you hoes)
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Now back to what I was sayin', you got ya
(Gat strapped like a mack, 2 clips of hollow tips
And a yawk full of scrap, mane, let's ride, black)
Aight, black, hop back in the ride, fried up a blunt
Drink Punch, this bitch too stale
Ballin' down Watkins, turned on Valentine, here the folks, Springdale
To the pool, [?] and me, Mad Maine, Criminal, Mr. Ink
Lynch was in the back, chiefin', choppin' up a swisher 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
(They didn't know)
Tryna be romantic, get they ass in trouble
Jumped out quick put my tone to his bitch
"Don't turn around, trick, empty your pockets
And gimme ya cash before you be like the last bitch"
Left 'em in the sand, holdin' hands, made our get away clean
(Down [?], the cash hang)
Mmh, mmh, you know what I mean
Ridin' In the Chevy thang, cruisin' by the skatin' rink
Cheesin' on them gold thangs, scopin', it's the Criminal Manne
Constantly ballin', lookin' for a bailed up busta
Stick 'em up, lay back down, shut 'em up, shut 'em up, mothafucka
Pulled 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, ho"
Ballin', I'm losin' my mind, I'm kinda paranoid
Steady lookin' around with a frown, tryna dodge the blue boys
Stopped at the gas station, put that bitch in the trunk
Now, I'm 'bout my hog killin', ballin', time to stang this punk
Ridin', gettin' high, smokin' weed, now it's after dark
By ballin', scowlin', scratchin' rubber, jet to the nearеst park
Pulled that bitch out the back, smacked him, buckеd him, hit him in his face
N***a, where the money, where the dope gone?
Trick ass n***a, don't make me catch a case
Ho ass boy, don't try to test my pimpin'
I got a family to feed, I'ma need some, n***a, let's just handle business
Trick, if I were you, I would try to test my nuts
'Cause a player like myself, in the game just fucked up
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause 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, 'cause I had to stang that boy
'Cause when I took the trick's cheese, I was singin'
("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 the game
Looked around, what do I see? Is it a bird, is it a bee?
Aw, mane (1, 2, 3, 4) 5-0, they comin' for me
Copper minute, 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, 'cause 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, I'ma be hanged
Hit the gas, real fast, [?], screamin' tires, really, now they got a playa mad
Left them bitches in the wind (I'ma 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 this game
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
[Verse 3: DJ Zirk]
Killers, killers, Orange Mound n***as
Strapped with them thangs, it's all in the game
These n***as on the run, so n***a, grip yo tone
It's time to get it on, it's time to get it on
These n***as know the Mound too mothafuckin' thick
I'm ready to go to war on these busta ass bitches
N***a, while you sleep, a n***a's on the creep
N***a, lay it down, shootin' round after round
So back up off this shit, a n***a packin' 'em thangs
A n***a feelin' strange, a n***a just insane
N***as, watch yo back, I'm strapped with that Glock
Grip and slip the mask, it's time to hit the block
Lock em' in my trunk, drag him to the river
Leave his body cold, no remorse for this n***a
Ballin' down park, creepin' after dark
Orange Mounds n***as, killers from the park
I'm real about this shit, I'm down about my click
I'm all about my hog, I fin to stang a bitch
My n***as in the hood robbin' n***as, makin' stangs
A n***a packin' them thangs, a n***as swingin' them thangs
Straight off the block, n***as sellin' rocks
Mothafuck 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 this game
[Chorus: Buckshot & Criminal Manne]
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause I need some cheese
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Bitches goin' hoin', blowin', mane, I'm gone fuck a ho
Playaz like me in the game just fucked up
Blunts in the air, I don't care, 'cause 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 n***a Dre in the hotel room
Just got sucked and fucked by a couple of Binghampton freaks
Kicked them hoes to the curb, can't be with no bitch when you tryna make some cheese
Cruisin' down the interstate, he suggestin' we hit down town
(On Lover's Lane) Where the pretty boys hang
(With them hoes) Ridin' clean
Hit the Jackson exit, stopped at Sheldon, use the telephone
Called my n***a Criminal, told him the tale, damn it, hold on
(What's up, dog?)
Constantly gettin' beeped by this silly ass bitch that I don't talk 'bout shit (Told you hoes)
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Now back to what I was sayin', you got ya
(Gat strapped like a mack, 2 clips of hollow tips
And a yawk full of scrap, mane, let's ride, black)
Aight, black, hop back in the ride, fried up a blunt
Drink Punch, this bitch too stale
Ballin' down Watkins, turned on Valentine, here the folks, Springdale
To the pool, [?] and me, Mad Maine, Criminal, Mr. Ink
Lynch was in the back, chiefin', choppin' up a swisher 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
(They didn't know)
Tryna be romantic, get they ass in trouble
Jumped out quick put my tone to his bitch
"Don't turn around, trick, empty your pockets
And gimme ya cash before you be like the last bitch"
Left 'em in the sand, holdin' hands, made our get away clean
(Down [?], the cash hang)
Mmh, mmh, you know what I mean