[master p]   Hoe games, hoe games   Suckers with no game   Hate to see a young g stack a mil man      [master p]   It could be your best friend your row dawg, your homies, your partners   Niggaz that talk shit if the shoe fits I got ya   Buster you know I cant trust ya   If you was a bitch you know I cant trust ya   Suckers tried to play the p like a fuckin clucker   When I'm the dopeman go ask your brother   Ask st. charles hot to be bald   Suckers wanna talk shit like little kids in the school halls   Gold thangs rollin sittin on lorenzo   Bitches didnt wanna ride when the p was in the pinto   Now I got a lexus, took a trip to texas   The p done went big time and fools wanna wreck this   Its all legit, no limit makes the hits   But suckers wanna talk shit why, because I'm rich      [chorus]   Players hate to see a player make a mil man   If you ask me that ain't nothin but some hoe games      Hoe games, hoe games   Suckers with no game   Hate to see a young g stack a mil man      [silkk]   Niggaz play hoe and get fucked   If hoes wanna play niggaz hoes will get fucked up   Fool kinda mad cause I puts in work   I cock my chop jump out my drop and wipe off that smirk   Now niggaz wanna play games   Bitch I'm quick to get em up fuck rap and fame   Still that g silkk riding on them thangs   Roll up a swish park my shit then hang   Nigga I'm always strapped, hoe I never skinny dip   And for them hoes a trizzo and for the niggaz a hollowtip   Hate to see me clock a grip   Hate to see me get rich   Hate to see me pull a hoe   Hate to see me pull this bitch   Player haters need to keep them games in the arcade   If I put a quarter abd a slug up in your ass you gon get played   A g to a g I mean a g to a hoe   And you can come up to me in the 94'   And get some more game and throw away the hoe shit   And leave them hoe games to a hoe bitch      [chorus]      [king george]   Niggaz talk shit behind my back like hoes   Smile in my face up frony mout clothes   Now it's time to stop ya, here for the drappers   911 only hoes got ya   Prepare for the battle, you get streched out   I wont let it rest til it's wire in your mouth   You know who you are I wont say no   Names in vain cease with hoe games      [chorus]      [c-murder]   Now I'm trying to go legit and stick with this rap shit   I see more and more niggaz get they wig plit   I got cash but I ain't got no fucking pity nad smoke your ass   And move to another city brown nose bitches stay the   Fuck out my face how you wanna take, take your ass   To the record store jealous motherfuckers   Running they mouth getting they nuts off   I cant wait to catch your ass with my sawdoff   Take this advice before you talk behind my back   Cause playing hoe games might get your cranium cracked      [chorus]