[Verse 1: Lil’ Ramsey]
These ho ass n***as
They got the game fucked up, playa
These n***as don’t realize that I’m all about drug sales

They ain't real playas cause if they was they wouldn't flodge
These bustas don’t understand, in Magnolia we comin’ hard

Shit gettin real thick but I see they don’t hear me, though
They think that I’m ‘tratin’, I’m from that land known for slangin’ dope

Magnolia’s my hood and we for real in the Crime Click
Peace to the playas in back and bitches we crucifix

Naw, ain't no flodgin’, n***as this shit is for real, so
Nonstop, slangin’ dope and your chewin‘ we takin’, ho

No regret, no reason [?]
Call my hood cause we comin’ hard
I know you afraid, these bitches fear us, the Death Squad

Killas from the south side, I know you can't stand it, right
That ink got me fucked up so I’m locc’d out and outta sight

These bitches that violate must don’t know that I serve them well
Take heed to this warning
You got the game fucked up, playa
[Bridge]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]
You don’t know who you're fuckin’ with
You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ with

[Chorus]
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa

Got -

Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa

Stop slippin’ with that Anna
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
I drank a Zima in my steamer
Drank a ‘yak in the ‘lac
Smoke a sack on the track
Smoke a blunt at the strip junt
It’s the project pimp, kickin’ pimpin’, limpin’ on the dope track
Smokin’ on a mac while I’m standin’ by a pearl ‘lac

Bumpin’ Mayz and Isaac Hayes, but when Im high I bump the Hutch
Pull your clutch cause in your shit I’m finna go, bitch

Follow my dick get my ho and let my fuckin’ pants sag
Now you’re gone from the blast of my tone, that’s too bad

Nine times outta ten, a hoe gon’ stack up anyway
So get the business, hit the track or your ass gon’ die today

But don’t get fucked up in the game
If yo’ pimpin’ can't hang
Don’t try to change me cause Tommy’s gon’ remain the same

Spillin’ blood on the corners, body donor to the med
Pickin’ it up in yo’ bed
Got your bitch givin’ me head

Realize pimpin’ when you see it while I spit this shit
Kiss my ass talkin’ bad about this fuckin’ Crime Click

Jealous hearted bustas hate to see a n***a come up
I got two tapes out and I produced this one, mothafucka
How you gonna act toward a n***a ‘bout his fuckin’ biz
Built my own company I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ these other tricks

Bow down and bless a real n***a with his game tight
Sold dope for a pastime early in my life
Came up just like the mob

Born and raised with my click
Straight from Four Corners Pimpinville, can you dig it bitch?

Sixteen years of age, from these streets, packin’ heat
Playa hatas I don’t trust cause y’all got the game fucked up, n***a

[Bridge]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]
Stop slippin’ with that Anna on yo’ chest
[?]

Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle
Stay about -
Stay about they hustle, bitch

Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle, bitch
Stay about they hustle
Stay about they hustle, bitch

[Chorus/Outro]
Got the -
Got the game fucked up
Got tue game fucked up
Got the game fucked
Got the game fucked up, playa

Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game fucked up, playa

Got the -
Got the game fucked up
Got tue game fucked up
Got the game
Got the game
Got the game fucked up

Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the game fucked up

Got the game fucked
Got the game fucked up
Got the game fucked up, playa
Got the game fucked up, playa