[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Slow your roll, freak, before you hit a dead end
Or end up dead for trying to stick with a trend
Flipping through the SPC like it's a book
A female crook trying to take but got took
You look good but ain't no need to brag
You might be fly but you ain't causin' no jet lag
Rolled me like a wet rag, soaking my pity up
Saddled up my jock and had the nerve to holler "giddyup"
I got you down, now it's said and done
If you had done what I had said you coulda been the only one
Running around thinking you was living off K
Girl I oughta... ... ... anyway
You're wack life and playing dirty
If you're broke you can push if I ain't scoop you at 7:30
And what? [?] I preach to you?
Oh I do, yeah whatever, roll it KO I'm through
Hit it

(Made me feel so bad, yeah)

[Verse 2: Dope E]
You say it's your world, and I'm just living in it
If anything it's my world, I'm spending money in it
Two-faced and back-stabbing, wishy-washy [?]
Sports commentator talking, thinking that you a philosopher
Judging every case and criticizing your world
Who appointed you God? You need to look at yourself, girl
Your eyes' not real, you wear a phony hat piece
Your real hair is nappy [?] that's nappy
You're under surveillance by the Coalition
Your face is all damp like you've been in a demolition
Packing that makeup on your skin
Now you're looking like Bozo the Clown again
I got a girlfriend, she's more like a woman
You got ten boyfriends but they're dumb ones
I know your games, I've known you since birth
You're stuck with yourself but I'ma bring you down to Earth
Cause you're Fulla Dem Games
(Made me feel so bad, yeah
You, yes you do, girl)
("A good man is hard to find")

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
Yo, I knew that you was trying to loot me out from the jump
Riding my bump like I was down with Donald Trump
Flat-out fake forty-ounce-drinking trick
Stop being slick, get took out quick
Naw, man, I'm not gon be rough, I wouldn't hit
Just let her know it's time to break camp and then split
You're messing with a bunch but your name ain't Brady
You go from door to door like the Avon lady
Cold scheming, even when you're dreaming in slumber
Phone ringing more than a toll-free number
Yo, I got a way that I can show her
I'll be cool Thursday night, Friday come I don't know her
So guess what, I'm finna break like nine
Throw the scheming little pirate trying to take what's mine
Young pamper, yo KO (What's up?)
How come I'm laying this blame? (Man she's Fulla Dem Games)

[Verse 4: Dope E]
A brother like me talk free, I have no sympathy
Cause if they could rhyme to do the diss they'd be dissing me
Diabolical, evil-minded witch
I shoot you with [?] rhymes with which
Your entire game plan needs to be chalked out
You think it's funny little [?] you know you're being talked about
By your friends, your best friends, they say that you're active
I ought to sue you for malpractice
Talking about you a virgin, goddess, the queen, an angel
You're more like a scalawag, the end is where you dangle
You need to [?] some shackles on your feet
A chastity belt, for the A-I-D-
S, and yes, the games must cease
You low-down crook, disloyalty beast
You can take what I say, accept it or reject it
But have the decency and the maturity to respect it
That you're Fulla Dem Games
(Made me feel so bad, yeah
Girl, you, you made me
Feel so bad, yes you did, girl
Wrong, so wrong, yes you did)