Hook
Whats the game about?
Violence, Drugs And Bitches
Sirens, Thugs and Snitches
Iron, Slugs, and Stiches
We aint about
Cryin, Hugs and Kisses
We supplyin Buggin Bitches
Cookin in the fuckin kitchen
Im cookin candy up like a wonka factory
The pitch on your strip is unsatisfactory
they dont love your product, they think you cut your produt
to damn much, so the fiends is liek fuck your product
oo you from downtown?, well, i thought you lived in the flats
but i aint drivin from the slopes for a 10 bag of crack (you crazy)
i got weight, and i aint trippin for a dime sack
Broadway and 122nd thats where the crimes at
My weed money, i call it Green Beans
I work with more water then a swim team
Fiends sniff my coke like its supposed to be in they nose
they give me head, for the rock and then i pee in they nose
I only give rock for cash, you give ride for rock
and you cant expect me to be stupid i supply the block
if i get locked yall fiends wud be fucked in this part of P-town
but the nigga JT in the FLats will hold me down
Hook
Whats the game about?
Violence, Drugs And Bitches
Sirens, Thugs and Snitches
Iron, Slugs, and Stiches
We aint about
Cryin, Hugs and Kisses
We supplyin Buggin Bitches
Cookin in the fuckin kitchen
If you aint rappin gangsta daddy, whatchu talkin about
im on the strip flossin about, you cautionin out
Niggas lookin to fuck you up in your own hood
these poems you intenet niggas spitin is no good
im here to fuck you up, i aint here to make friends
the cake ends, never, im rollin up and bakin
I Heat pigs up liek i was cookin up bacon
crack im makin, im so amazin
i run this whole strip off broadway im the slopes my self
i aint need no partna nigga i sell the dope my slef
and i- am the dope myself, cuz when i spit
these niggas cant control theyself
im gettin pussy like a hungry Dog
and they wanna know why im still slingin (im a hungry dog)
i move around with the hammers indeed
long clips, so in the stash is bananas and cream