Get Chopped

Game must be focused upon
 Game
 If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'
 (What you say)
 If you ain't got game you ain't got nathin'
 Game (Then spit it)
 [E-40]
 A nigga spent his last quadruple of cash
 Hopin' that the plane wouldn't crash
 Out smarted the task while teachin' they ass
 Bouts the other side of the grass
 Uh, I spits the truth from the soil untold
 See 340 in ya pager, that's the code
 Hit me back cause you know he's busy off the hook
 Plus the hurricane ethyl got him too took
 Drug instaces, penitentiary chances
 Circumstances, gigantic ass live enhancements
 Keep on mashin' though, don't quit
 Game Related, comin' from the fuckin' Click
 [D-Shot]
 Now that I made the major leagues
 Pushin' big ki's
 Niggas from my block ain't tryin' to see me
 I came up too fast for them punks hoes
 Now them fools wants to kick in my door
 Bringin' over the change if you think that you can fuck with this
 Bam, pops to the dome bitch
 Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga flamboast
 Bringin' in more net than gross
 [Hook]
 They wants to kick in my spot
 Boom get chopped
 They want to take me for what I got
 Boom get chopped
 They wants to strike through my block
 Boom get chopped
 But I'm up on they plot
 Boom get chopped
 [E-40]
 Bitch, feelin' evil like Knievel lookin' for a wrench
 Gotta a couple screws loose like the grinch
 Problem child ain't got no problem with disposin'
 Lose me temper, lose me cool but on the same token
 He ain't gon' bust a grip, man that nigga E-40 fakin'
 You failized I have ya whole family wear and taken
 Paper hatin' haters get put in they place
 Crevice achin' baggers get smacked in the face
 [D-Shot]
 Niggas from the other side of town be talkin' big shit
 Actin' like they want to fuck with my click
 But the shit ain't changed fuck the rap game
 Hillside nigga on a mission to proclaim
 My motherfuckin' spot in society
 Southside niggas just jealous, they doubt me
 Punk niggas lookin' for a reason
 Kick off a rucus to start the funk season
 [Hook]
 [D-Shot]
 I fucks with ya, ya bitch
 Nigga get rich, fool don't you know this the click
 Be the hundred SL's what a nigga straight smash
 One hundred thousand in cash
 [E-40]
 Follow the leader
 Trip on how this thing gets deeper
 The more I teach 'em the dumber I get
 Dizzy-izzy, hey Shot these tardy niggas kill me
 But what they don't know is I fly cerebral cortex like a frisbee
 Fuck 'em and feed 'em
 Pistol whip they ass and bleed 'em
 Stuck 'em and read 'em
 Find out where they snooze and sleep 'em
 You pearl tongues need to stop workin' for the cops
 Rot-heads don't get no props, BEOTCH!