Cuddie I don't sleep right   Cuz' when I close my eyes I hear cries   >From my potna's who lost they lives   Visions of bloody brutalities realities   Now stay focused and hope it don't affect my salary   Calorie, they keep my pockets fat   I gots to stack a grip   Try not to trip and keep them gold-diggers off my dick   I'm gettin' sick cuz' I drink 24-7   The way I'm livin' now if I die there's no heaven   Gotta help my potna's in the pen   Cuz they livin' broke, this ain't no joke   On parole and I can't smoke   No sticky indo, roll down the window   Step back the green lights like Nintendo   Up in the game, like a professional   If you ain't havin' money I got to let you go   I need to let you know the rules before you perculate   Rule number one potna never should you pimpitrate   I spit this pimpin' straight cut, no additives   No matter how mad you get biatch   I'm a playa so I serve the game   Maintain, campaign, and have thangs      (Chorus)      1992 I was drownin' in big cases   No its 97' and I'm countin' them big faces   Switch places whupped the four-five and infrared   Filet Mignons and garlic bread   A hard head, big red and gorilla nuts   Got me mobbin' thru the bay like I don't give a fuck   I whipped equiped and stay dipped in butter salt   Peel if she real no scrill then I cut em' off   No fine-ass bitches wit them empty bank books   Worse than them hugly muthafucka's who can't cook   The game cooked, for 5 years in the fed   Now its time for these game hungry nigga's to get fed   Get bread, sew them sucka's down   Smile in my face, but clown me when they not around me   Talk down on my every move, but I couldn't give a damn   Playa's do what they want   The sucka's do what they can      (Chorus)      Twelve one, seven 0 my D.O.B.   And I been breakin' hoes since 83'   Money-makin' business handle it discreetly   Give you my home