Huh, it's like this here player, ain't no rules in the ghetto
It ain't really 'bout the dollar value, it's 'bout the principle
A life ain't worth nothing, any ***** come shizz out on mine
You hear what I'm saying? I'm gonna handle that
I'm gonna show these mother***kers, I ain't playing
That's the American way, I mean I'm kicking up crack houses
Knocking mother***king doors in, 'cause I gotta get mine

Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you
Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you

Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv On
Eighteen oz's add up, ***** that's half home
Open up shop on six and Berone street
The fiends walking around, every ***** out there know me
Hear them on the beeper, *****, it's on

I done sold sixteen, I'm on my way home
Two came up short, somebody must be smoking
P grabbed that age K, ***** we ain't joking
Bullets got no dis name, a pound and back of that good cain
1997, [unverified] the dope game

Some call me Frank Nitty 'cause I ain't taking no shorts
I'm aiming that beam at your mother***king heart
Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer
A 187 for this crystal white powder

So Serv On, cut those lights off and creep
That's when we put them ****roaches to sleep
Cruise up drive to errata to the 3rd ward
Professional execution, ***k a murder charge

Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you
Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you

Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you
Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you

I'm paranoid, I can't sleep, I think my phone tapped
Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliope got kidnapped
Now I'm tripping on ****, I ain't slipping on ****
We carry gats and ****, bulletproof vests in case *****s talking ****
Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers
Ghetto millionaire where *****s and *****es feel us

Fake *****s step back, jackers meet my chrome gat
They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back
It's an eye for an eye in this dope game
*****s are losing their life living that heroin and cocaine
I trust nobody but my nickel plated Nino
Have you seen her, ***k with my greens ***** you going meet her

Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica
Now your ***** with me, and I'm a ***k her, then break her
Ain't no rules in this dope game
But don't get high on your own supplies, man
But if you ***k with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs
Cause *****s in my hood losing their life for furl and cooked rocks

Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you
Time to get your fetty, get your paper
Come short with the cream we going take you

Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you *****es calling me daddy
Got some mountains in the trunk, ***** they going faster
So what the ***k you want? Slanging them green birds and lemon drops
Pop a pound of that Cali green serving fiends
Got 'em fat like fifties, which one of you *****s trying to short me

Big Mo take me to the calliope, so I can see Slim
Hit the desert eagle and pay these *****es like a candy painted regale
Now I'm ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel
On the parkway you *****es gonna die my way
Call my ***** Cujo, it's going down, check my fetty *****