Yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the- got the game f**ed up
Ge-Ge-Get buck after dumb sh**
Yall, yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up
Got got got the game f**ed up
Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up
*stratching* Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid a** n***a still ain't ready
[Kelo The Work]
Now this is to them weak a** n***as flaugin, talkin about they gonna play our song
Quit dream sellin, stop frontin, yall ain't real jone
All yall tryin to do is hold us up and set up road blocks
Stop that sh** pimp before I pull out my Glock and pop
Fully loaded with my ammo when I'm ready to bust
I told you f**-boys once before, man, I ain't with that stuff
n***a I done ran wit'cha, roll wit'cha, and hit hoes wit'cha
Now my folks can peep you out and know what? they get the picture
Cause s**ers, yall ain't real and yall need to quit fakin'
And stop ballin' motherf**ing player hatin', quit traitin'
Cause I'm the K to the E to the L to the O The Work off in this f**in' hoe
Man, yall n***as ain't real dog, I thought I'd let yall b**hes know
Yall got the game f**ed up
Yeah, yall got the game f**ed up
n***a, yall got the game f**ed up
When I see you big boys I'ma pull out my tool so duck
[Hook]
Yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up
Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up
Get buck after dumb sh**
Yall yall n***as got the game f**ed up
Got the game f**ed up, got- got- got the game f**ed up
Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up
*stratching* Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid a** n***a still ain't ready
[Nick Scarfo]
Yall n***as got the game f**ed up
Nick Scar, but the hoes call me Nickiopolis
I know that this ain't christmas but I'm still Saint Nick
Man, I can build a mansion with all these bricks (ha-ha!)
Naw Kelo, I don't need no witnesses
Before I go to court the case already dismissed
And I ain't dodging punk-a** federalis no more
Prophet Posse Da Posse, meet the C.E.O. (E.O.)
Yall n***as got the game f**ed up
See we don't f** with yall, cause yall don't f** with us (f** with us)
But the streets show love, that's off top
Fans bumping us before the Prophet Posse albums drop
So stop asking me about Three-Six
In your interviews like I'm gonna be all over that dick
I started this sh**, who the f** you think I am
I'm glad they won the Oscar but really I don't give a damn
[Hook]
[Capt. B]
These n***as ain't gripping a mic, they talkin about Capt. B, I'm back s**er
b**h I'm a hustler, I'm still gonna shine motherf**er
You n***as know me, the one that caught with 44 bows
I went to jail, did my time, hooked up with Scarfo
See I ain't never been a hoe, you know how I get down
Yall got the game f**ed up, I man-up on these clowns
Now my own n***as turning on me, what should I do
I hear you tellin n***as f** me, no n***a f** you
See you ain't real as I thought
You wasn't down when I got caught
s**er you fake it ain't my fault (yeaah)
You ain't down with the clan now the word is born (word is born)
Now we moving twelve bricks of that white chalk
See I'm boss, took a loss, bounce back slow (back slow)
Now I'm Prophet with a Posse with a Kelo
See n***as hate cause they know about to blow
But I ain't worried about them s**ers, tell them n***as to get some doe, fo' sho'
[Hook x2]