[Intro: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Creepin' quick on these tricks, creepin' quick on these tricks
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Creepin' quick on these tricks, creepin' quick on these tricks
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot—, shoot—, shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n***a should

[Verse 1: Player 1]
Busters is droppin' it off, and now it's mine, ho
Showin' off that you got a lot of dough, pullin' out a fat bankroll
Then I put the snub nose to your fuckin' nose, like a goin-on-a-stang pro
Player 1 is goin' out for the motherfuckin' nine-four
Got to say a rhyme, ho, after I do my time though
Seven months in jail, sittin in the cell with Player 2, partner in crime, bro
Rob us for a kilo, a motherfuckin' no-no
We blastin' at your ass, hangin' out my sunroof window
And yellin' at you that this is Player 1, ho
Unloadin' on that bitch, and then I'm ridin' off in the Bronco
Blood your body, and cut your fuckin' knee and feet
Layin' on the concrete, rollin' down the street
Little Priest is packin' heat, bitch
[Chorus: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot—, shoot—, shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n***a should

[Verse 2: Bloody Bones]
Got my Glock .9, cock mine, pop a n***a, drop time
Shoot his ass to the floor, and rob him for every dime
I thought you already knew? I guess you don't really know
We rob you like a ho, split your wig, then we split your dough
So it don't even do no good to ball off, Player1's got the sawed-off, and will blow your ass off
N***as that be splurgin', talkin' shit, just keep braggin'
They'll be puttin' your ass together, in the back of the meat wagon
Yeah, this is Player 2, also known as Bloody Bones
I click like a nine in my thoughts because my mind gone
Leavin' n***as on the curb, coughin' up blood at me
The hollow point tips in the clip, so, baby, nig's can’t even fuck with me

[Chorus: Kee-Wee & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot–Shoot–Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Shoot—, shoot—, shoot his ass down to the concrete
[Verse 3: Player 1]
Player 1 is on a mean one, totin' a machine gun
Ready to spray, but you can't tell because I just seem calm
Cool and collected, caught you unexpected
Bullets up in that "S" on your big chest, for bringin' your ass to Ridgecrest
I walk off, stalk off, totin' my fuckin' yalk off, bitch, ho
Wrappin' your body up in the sheet, and dumpin' you over the bridge into the Mississippi
Hidin' out at Ridge Grove, kickin' it with S.O.G, and Little Real, come gettin' me high as hell
Frayser Click is gettin' thick, and the posse is gettin' thicker
You talkin' that shit, you gettin' your ass throwed in the river too
You n***as be needin' to keep a Player's name out of your mouth, ho

[Outro: Kee-Wee, Madmaine, D Tha Unknown & Gangsta Pat]
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Shoot—, shoot—, shoot—, shoot—
Shoot his ass down to the concrete
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Got my mask, got my locs, and I got my fuckin' gat
Player 1, Player 2, tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n***a should
Tell me what you gonna do
Standin' around, smokin' bud, yeah, like a n***a should