Uhh. Smooth track. Got the hoes in the background singin'.
 Y'hear 'em? True. Yeah  time to get back on them hoes
 let 'em know ... can't run game on a gangsta ... a nigga with
 game KNOW' game  y'know what I'm sayin'? Cut all the small
 talk  I'ma just tell you the illness  I don't wanna be trippin'.

 Verse 1: JT Money
 Yo  some women doubt I'm for real while some shout I'm
 A dirty-mouth rapper 'cause I tell the truth 'bout 'em
 But yo, after that I felt good
 Told the truth 'bout them hoes like nobody else would
 And yep, I still feel the same way
 But you gotta respect the way the game's played
 Because you can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
 So I get with 'em, and then I talk about 'em
 'Cause yo, it's all just a game to me
 Some women get offended, but you're all the same to me
 See, most women got some B or H in 'em
 If they don't, they associate with 'em
 Why? Because it's in they nature
 To run game on brothers and try to gank 'em for they paper
 And I'm just up on the whole thing
 So yo - game recognize game!

 (Game recognize game!) Uh! Come on! Yeah!
 (Game recognize game!) W'sup! Yeah, dude, come on!
 (Game recognize game!) W'sup to the hoes!
 (Game recognize game!) PC lettin' ya know!
 (Game recognize game!) Yeah! Come on!
 (Game recognize game!) All the hoes, w'sup!!
 (Game recognize game!) Yeah! Yeah!
 (Game recognize game!) Uh!

 Verse 2: JT Money
 I know a girl named Susan, constantly juicin'
 Brothers for the flow, then she's out the door
 And so, heard my last album,
 Made a bet with her friend, said "Yo, I bet ya I could have 'em
 Strung out on me, even he gets lonely."
 That girl don't know me, my game too strong, see
 Right after I wacked it,
 She was on my tip like a profolactic
 My tactics was just too remarkable; Susan's now sweatin'
 The money that the other fellas sayin' I'll be gettin'
 The moral to the story is, a brother like JT
 Runs game greatly, so don't try to play me
 Thinkin' I'm gon' fall all in love
 I told you that's for the birds, and I ain't a dove!
 So if we gon' do our thing, we can swing,
 But remember - game recognize game! Ya don't stop!

 (Game recognize game!) Yeah, dude, come on!
 (Game recognize game!) Yeah, w'sup!
 (Game recognize game!) Sendin' this to the hoes!!
 (Game recognize game!) So now you know!
 (Game recognize game!) Uhh, we ain't havin' it!
 (Game recognize game!) Come on! Come on!
 (Game recognize game!) Yeah, dude, w'sup!
 (Game recognize game!)

 Verse 3: JT Money
 I get seasick; I can't float on a relationship
 Because a honey dip might be sweatin' my grip
 I change girls with the season
 Distrust is the reason that I'm lovin' and leavin'
 But women adore me, do anything for me
 Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl named Lorri
 Met her back when I was in high school
 She stepped to me, 'cause yo, was I cool!
 So naturally she saw I had flavor
 Kept a wad in my pocket 'cause I had a lil' paper
 Uhh, and she was out to get it, so she let me split it,
 Thinkin' if we did it, then I'd be with it!
 Nope! JT's a player! Just because I lay ya
 Don't mean I'ma pay ya!
 So Lorri, don't feel shamed!
 You know I'm the B-izer, girl, and game recognize game!

 Uhh. Yeahhh. Sendin' this one out to all the hoes ... lettin'
 y'all know, y'know I'm sayin'? Niggas ain't 'bout that,
 y'knamsayin'? Niggas know about all that shit though. Sendin'
 this to Lorri and Susan, y'all know y'all real names, gave them
 the aliases. But your friends know you did, they know the story.
 And um, the pussy was good, it was aaight. Y'knamsayin'?
 Wanna say peace to all the niggas that can run game on these
 hoes ... like a nigga like me, y'knamsayin'? Niggas in the house ...
 No Good But So Good in the motherfuckin' house, they run game.
 My nigga Clayvosie, yo, he run game. My main man Milky Mill, in
 the house, you know he run game. My nigga Shante, ugly man
 Mike Fresh, of course you know your boy run game. 'Knamsayin