[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Pimpology, the teachings of a pimp
Get dosed and you'll never beat your weenie again
Stack cheesyology, Mac Dreezyology
Then there's thizzyology for the one's that swallow E
That's T-H-I double Z
I'm a pimp fuck love boy, I'd rather see
A purse full of dough, before I pull a ho
Get this game in her brain than I hit the sto' or stroll
Oh, when I hit the blade
I check a chick for some chips boy, I'm tryin' get paid
Pay Flambé, crap tables and milly made
I'm a king of diamonds boy, you're just a ten of spades
Everything is top shelf, boy I spoil myself
Dough from the ho stroll and flows that I sell
I smell some squares in the air
I'm finna tare, holla at cha
I'll see ya player

[Hook]
It's that turfinology, that
That gangsterology, that
That pimpinology
That's my philosophy
It's that turfinology, that
That gangsterology, that
That pimpinology
That's my philosophy
[Verse 2: Dubee]
Turfinology be the teachings of a soldier
Focus so ferocious trying to bubble up like Folgers
I bring hustlinology, my thug philosophy
Be to get all on 'em and smoke 'em
Leaving n***as with knocked knees
I do it like fiber optics
Seeking a spot to lock it
Cock the metal back and pop it
Trying to fill 'em all, four pockets
I gets, all up in 'em
Tougher than denim
Skin 'em, win 'em
I be thuggin' on this mic
New millennium Dolemite
I'm on your back like a jacket
To [?] for nothing blacking
When choppers get to blapping
Nobody don't know what happened
I get it racking and dome cracking
My middle be dome savage
And business, I'm gon' handle it
Figures I'm gon' snatch it
The ratchet and the machine, n***a
Fuck up the team, n***a
Get tossed and fucked off, fucking with these n***as
When ya speak up on me, the way we breathe on it
You n***as can get it the way you want it
[Hook]
It's that turfinology, that
That gangsterology, that
That pimpinology
That's my philosophy
It's that turfinology, that
That gangsterology, that
That pimpinology
That's my philosophy

[Verse 3: Reek Daddy]
Gangsterology that's the teachings of a killer
Relation to the [?] so you kill them n***as
Murderology, punkinology
Now I'm in some shit, a G I got to be
Cutthoat from the V, it's the 3C down
It's the Crest side crocodile, I bet you n***as know now
Click clack and blap blap, pull it then you die
See I'm a real Crest n***a I'mma multiply
Riding is an art and I mastered it
Blasting with a cannon, slanging caskets, bitch
Jack of all trades, a hand with all aces
Sick in the brain, cash register rapist
The getaway car got the dudes in the gas mask
Blamping with the mac, killing n***as like anthrax
So ask somebody what they know about Reek
I'mma be a G 'til I'm six feet deep