[Kane]

I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D

7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50

Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a G

Score four more times now that's a quarter ki'

252 grams equal 9 o-z's

Smoke with me, put it on the triple beam to see

I got 36 quarter o-z's for cheese

Soon as I get off these, rap makes me a G

Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes

Mr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll

Now it's '97 and I got me a ki'

1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of D

Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36

My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick

This be the drama behind the hoes and cars

All my hustlin' niggas I know you grew up real hard

Plus watch your back, plus watch for police

Watch for these wanna-be's, that's faker than ???

Comin' for your yola, V-12, and bakin' soda

One mistake and it's over, don't be a hoe be a soldier



[Chorus]

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change

How the fuck you gonna tell me about the game?

When I ain't gon' change, I'm about my change



[Kane]

Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed

5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's

Soldiers, servin' fiends down in New Orleans

Comin' out the projects sittin' on Gold D's

Young G, snort coca leaves and ki's

No Limit ready for war like we Vietnamese

Talkin' 'bout, if it's a drought tax niggas like it's a 211

Sellin' bricks for 27

More pounds of weed, breaking it down to ki's

Down to dimes and nickels

Hit a lick, got you niggas sick

How the fuck you gonna tell me about this game

From the streets to the pen niggas know my name



[Chorus]



[Abel]

100 grams of heroin, ??? 911 cut

Got to sell it while it's potent or it ain't worth fuck

Take a spoon and mash on the shit in baggies

Got some cash on it, cops find it, gots to dash on it

25 to life no questions asked

80 dollars a gram, now that's alot of fuckin' cash

My niggas that hustle, be quick to blast

Cause Choppers and street sweepers think murder peoples ass

You phony rappers talk about the game

Been there, done that

Buss caps, sold crack, jack while fake jacks

Turn you into fortune like Pat Sajak

Get down and dirty while you busters cleaner than Ajax

No Limit, everything we say, we did it

Went to jail and shitted, eatin' steak and spinach

To big and you motherfuckers don't forget it

Y'all niggas wanna start some beef and I'ma finish it



[Chorus: 'till fade]