Do you have any idea who you're talkin' to?

The name of the game is gettin' paid, gettin' paid is the name
But there's some *****s out there doin' some ***ked up things
You shot another ***** for nothin'
If I'ma shoot a mutha***ka, I'ma shoot his *** for somethin'

Asked him, did he have some money, he said no
He said the reason he shot him 'cause he was a straight up hoe
The ***** stepped to you and you wasn't goin' for it
So you killed him and got **** to show for it

Before you was a broke mutha***ka, check it
But now you's a broke mutha***ka with a murder record
Did a killin' just to prove you was a down *****
But any ***** can pull the mutha***kin' trigger

If you wanted to prove you can go
You shoulda put the mutha***kin' gun away and went toe to toe
But you's a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first
Send another ***** ridin' away in a hearse

And the judge gave you life on your first offense
But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense

I'm standin' on the corner, tryin' to feel my money clip
Hopin' that one of these geekers don't start to trip
From down the street comes Baby G
The mutha***ka always wants somethin' for free

The ***** asked me to see a dime
Dig it, I had the feelin' I was gonna get jacked all the time
He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block
I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots

Been knowin' G ever since he was a little baby
He started smokin' and the mutha***ka went crazy
Man, I hate it had to end that way
But ***kin' with my money, G, you know I don't play

Why can't you fools just take a hint?
'Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense

He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin' he's in control
Out there frontin' just to impress them hoes
Talkin' like he got it goin' on so much
Not knowin' he was settin' himself up

Claimin' he's the biggest on the block
Say he's movin' ki's when he's really sellin' rocks
Big talk from a small time sucker
Got everybody watchin' him, includin' them undercovers

Got them white folks thinkin' he's a Kingpin
And they wanna send his *** to the federal pen
All that talk got his *** thrown smooth in jail
Now, he's tryin' to tell the truth, about how much he sells

But them white folks ain't even listenin', gee
To them you're just one more ****** off the street
They gave him cases, he ain't have nothin' to do with
And now he realize his frontin' don't pay ****

Now, all he can do is reminisce
'Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense