Game must be focused upon, game   If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'   (What you say)   If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin', game   (Then spit it)      A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash   Hopin' that the plane wouldn't crash   Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass   Bouts the other side of the grass      Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold   See 340 in ya pager, that's the code   Hit me back 'cause you know he's busy off the hook   Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took      Drug instances, penitentiary chances   Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements   Keep on mashin' though, don't quit   Game related, comin' from the fuckin' click      Now that I made the major leagues   Pushin' big KI's   Niggas from my block ain't tryin' to see me   I came up too fast for them punks hoes      Now them fools wants to kick in my door   Bringin' over the change if you think that you can fuck with this   Bam, pops to the dome bitch   Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga flamboast   Bringin' in more net than gross      They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped   They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped   They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped   But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped      Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench   Gotta a couple screws loose like the Grinch   Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin'   Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token      He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'   You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken   Paper hatin' haters get put in they place   Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face      Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit   Actin' like they wanna fuck with my click   But the shit ain't changed fuck the rap game   Hill side nigga on a mission to proclaim      My motherfuckin' spot in society   South side niggas just jealous, they doubt me   Punk niggas lookin' for a reason   Kick off a rucus to start the funk season      They wants to kick in my spot, boom get chopped   They wanna take me for what I got, boom get chopped   They wants to strike through my block, boom get chopped   But I'm up on they plot, boom get chopped      I fucks with ya, ya bitch   Nigga get rich, fool don't you know this the click   Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight smash   One hundred thousand in cash      Follow the leader, trip on how this thing gets deeper   The more I teach 'em the dumber I get   Dizzy-izzy, hey shot these tardy niggas kill me   But what they don't know is, I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee      Fuck 'em and feed 'em, pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em   Stuck 'em and read 'em, find out where they snooze and sleep 'em   You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops   Rot heads don't get no props, beotch