Why'all cats know we always play to win
Players get your pay up
For my respect, I just might have to shut you down
Hang your punk ass from a limb, they'll have to cut you down
See I'm tired of you faggots kickin' dirt on my name
While you rap clone phonies only hurtin' the game
I'm too persistent, plus I flow too vicious
Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted
Rappers be actin', like they rich or somethin'
When they get robbed like a herb, that's what they get for frontin'
I'm in the top ten, one of the best of all time
Been known to drop men, who cares if the rest of why'all rhyme?
You're mediocre son, you're barely average kid
Your style's Chi-Chi, want to see me crack yo' cabbage kid?
From the hood to the corporate, give up your goods and forfeit
This is George Foreman style, watch me cook this raw shit
More chips, watch us rake 'em in
And why'all cats know we always play to win
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Real rough rhymes
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Players get your pay up
I'm hot so they're feelin' me, you're not so you're killin' me
You're hatin' on the low, tried to block my soliloquy
While you spread rumors, I'ma dead you junior
Have your mind blown, poundin' your dome like head tumors
Family tradition when I'm randomly spittin'
And girls love my voice, they say it's handsomely different
I never won awards, no Grammys and things
Back in the days did sticks, made niggaz hand me they rings
What goes around comes around, they tried me later
But I survived all the thugged out, grimey capers
My concepts caused more panic than bomb threats
Don't take me for granted because I'm calm and shit
Cause when I FLIP, I'ma take over the ship
Controllin' this grip with one hand holdin' my dick
And you try to counter but you're way too late again
See why'all cats know we always play to win
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Real, rough rhymes
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Players, players, players get your pay up
It's the God universal, ruler universal
I'm still goin' strong in this game, and you should learn to
Are-E-S, P-E-see-T or you get fucked up, be-lieve you me
And I ain't the one to be, startin' the violence
I'm just the one to be, sparkin in silence
For years I ran with some of the greatest men
And why'all cats know we always play to win
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Real, rough rhymes
Why'all cats know we always play to win
Why'all cats know we always play to win