[Chorus: Tracy Lane & The Game]

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game

Do I look like I'm smokin' and I'm off that 'caine

Can't y'all see what the hell is going on

Don't sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong

You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon' leave

And I’m not going home ‘till I’m sittin’ in a throne

You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die

If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye

[Verse 1: The Game]

Hopped off the G4 lift the G5

Brushed off my G6s hopped in the G-Wagon

Roll through the city of Gs

On the west side niggas throwin' up Bs

On the east side niggas bangin' Cs

And holla' Black Wall Street 'till Shyne is free

The ‘hood ain’t the same now, bitches wanna holla’

Trae riding shotgun in a cherry Impala

Chrome hydraulics the beats is knockin'

West coast we keep it rockin' if there's drama we poppin'

It’s 1-8-7 when I bang that Manurhin

Spin yo' ass around like that chain Ma$e be wearin'

Motherfuckers, I'm bangin' Swishahouse

And Paul Wall got niggas screwin' my shit down south

Bitches see me on TV they feelin' me now

Say I rap like I'm from Texas and they like my style

[Chorus: Tracy Lane & The Game]

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game

Do I look like I'm smokin' and I'm off that 'caine

Can't y'all see what the hell is going on

Don't sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong

You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon' leave

And I’m not going home ‘till I’m sittin’ in a throne

You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die

If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]

Sittin' listenin' to the Game like a madman

Attitude that got me whupin' niggas ass with my dead hand

Me and la familia lookin' for the K and sprayin'

Fuck around with Trae you can fall up in a trance then

I play the game so I will lead the other gang in Houston, Texas my nigga

They swore to god to keep your head but not more wrinkles my nigga

I'm ABN, assholes they never vicked us nigga

Give me a pen a couple stacks and Imma bless you my nigga

What the fuck is they on?! Trae pop and gaze

I've been wicked since '97 the G without the pay

I've been street before niggas started, my brother what's the play

In the rental with CDs and a torpedo full of K gauge off

What it is me and Paul got the rest stressed

Got a nigga ready to show them that we the best

I'll be the realest nigga livin' we'll sellin' for dope in this

If you're lookin' for me you can find me On the south west

Motherfucker

[Chorus: Tracy Lane & The Game]

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game

Do I look like I'm smokin' and I'm off that 'caine

Can't y'all see what the hell is going on

Don't sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong

You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon' leave

And I’m not going home ‘till I’m sittin’ in a throne

You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die

If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I came up from the bottom, livin' broke without a buck to my name

Underdog up in the game with a G-mindframe

I had ambition of a dope fiend searchin' for a fix

I was in the streets grindin' tryin' to get in the mix

All odds have been against me ever since day one

But still I worked overtime 'til the job was done

A couple of my partners died some of 'em got tried

Now they doin' fed time, a 20 year ride

Write a letter here near, shootin' kites to the yard

'Til my rounds I'm countin' on that he'll go in hard

Most of my partners turned against me when the road got rough

I used to paint with deep prayers, pints of purple stuff

Then reattend you feel me, but the fake still hate

I'm just tryin' to feed my family put food on the plate

So I patiently wait, bringin' pain and stackin' paper

Mind focused on my hustle, fuck a hater bitch I'm Paul Wall

[Chorus: Tracy Lane & The Game]

Some man gotta be gettin' pimped in the game

Do I look like I'm smokin' and I'm off that 'caine

Can't y'all see what the hell is going on

Don't sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong

You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon' leave

And I’m not going home ‘till I’m sittin’ in a throne

You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die

If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye