(feat. JT)

[The Game]

Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous

Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey
^!$$%, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip

I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain't nuttin you can tell me, about the game

Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain

And you know I got the South clickin
Cause ain't nuttin like ^!$$%z with gold teeth and them down South chickens
So $#&@ with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin

This ain't about you and me it's about business ^!$$%

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin the rocks, then we movin the stocks
Cross a hustler mother$#&@er you'll arrive in a box

It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top

[JT]

They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane

Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change
Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah
My ^!$$%z puff trees, snort !@%!e and chew shrooms

Bad to the bone (to the bone)
And cain't trust a ^!$$% for %#@! cause Feds on the phone
My whole crew dirty, $#&@in with amphetamines

Catch you slippin blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin (knowin)
And I'ma run this %#@! back with my foot broke like Terrell Owens

Still blowin
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them (*##$es outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.

For the West coast, ^!$$% can you feel me?

[Chorus]