What They Hittin' Foe?

Gettin' down in a crap game

Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game

And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts

Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts

But when it comes to gettin' in a circle

I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple

Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke

When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo

Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?

I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny

Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory

And boom, it's like they die for me

Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint

But don't forget my point, there it is yo

I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide

Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five

I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way

You wanna leave but come on bro stay

Yeah, fever that'll work

Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt

Fool, you can't even get wit' that

And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat

Cause I see, your homies starting to look

And broke little punks, they make the best crooks

And I'm feelin' like a baller

Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller

Now you wanna go and scheme

Little suckas like you just love to triple-team

So I pick up my money and start walkin'

'Cause now I let the gat start talkin'

Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others

Take that ya' little suckas