Prophet Posse - Game f**ed Up lyrics

Yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the- got the game f**ed up Ge-Ge-Get buck after dumb sh** Yall, yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up Got got got the game f**ed up Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up *stratching* Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid a** n***a still ain't ready [Kelo The Work] Now this is to them weak a** n***as flaugin, talkin about they gonna play our song Quit dream sellin, stop frontin, yall ain't real jone All yall tryin to do is hold us up and set up road blocks Stop that sh** pimp before I pull out my Glock and pop Fully loaded with my ammo when I'm ready to bust I told you f**-boys once before, man, I ain't with that stuff n***a I done ran wit'cha, roll wit'cha, and hit hoes wit'cha Now my folks can peep you out and know what? they get the picture Cause s**ers, yall ain't real and yall need to quit fakin' And stop ballin' motherf**ing player hatin', quit traitin' Cause I'm the K to the E to the L to the O The Work off in this f**in' hoe Man, yall n***as ain't real dog, I thought I'd let yall b**hes know Yall got the game f**ed up Yeah, yall got the game f**ed up n***a, yall got the game f**ed up When I see you big boys I'ma pull out my tool so duck [Hook] Yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up, got the game f**ed up Get buck after dumb sh** Yall yall n***as got the game f**ed up Got the game f**ed up, got- got- got the game f**ed up Yall n***as, yall n***as got the game f**ed up *stratching* Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid a** n***a still ain't ready [Nick Scarfo] Yall n***as got the game f**ed up Nick Scar, but the hoes call me Nickiopolis I know that this ain't christmas but I'm still Saint Nick Man, I can build a mansion with all these bricks (ha-ha!) Naw Kelo, I don't need no witnesses Before I go to court the case already dismissed And I ain't dodging punk-a** federalis no more Prophet Posse Da Posse, meet the C.E.O. (E.O.) Yall n***as got the game f**ed up See we don't f** with yall, cause yall don't f** with us (f** with us) But the streets show love, that's off top Fans bumping us before the Prophet Posse albums drop So stop asking me about Three-Six In your interviews like I'm gonna be all over that dick I started this sh**, who the f** you think I am I'm glad they won the Oscar but really I don't give a damn [Hook] [Capt. B] These n***as ain't gripping a mic, they talkin about Capt. B, I'm back s**er b**h I'm a hustler, I'm still gonna shine motherf**er You n***as know me, the one that caught with 44 bows I went to jail, did my time, hooked up with Scarfo See I ain't never been a hoe, you know how I get down Yall got the game f**ed up, I man-up on these clowns Now my own n***as turning on me, what should I do I hear you tellin n***as f** me, no n***a f** you See you ain't real as I thought You wasn't down when I got caught s**er you fake it ain't my fault (yeaah) You ain't down with the clan now the word is born (word is born) Now we moving twelve bricks of that white chalk See I'm boss, took a loss, bounce back slow (back slow) Now I'm Prophet with a Posse with a Kelo See n***as hate cause they know about to blow But I ain't worried about them s**ers, tell them n***as to get some doe, fo' sho' [Hook x2]