Master P - You A Genius lyrics

n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius Ask Joey where that rock at Lebron James couldn't stop that Posted up wit' my trill n***as, ain't nobody got that It's soda pop and that water-water Wal-Greens, sell any order I'm a chemist on that stove, turn a soft eighth to a hard quarter Livin like a nightmare My rifle man be right there I bubble up and I cook it up, I'm Einstein without the white hair And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin I had to check my b**h for using the same pot that I cook in Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper Courtney dropped me off a gun and said "Keep that for them haters" This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no book If you make it out, you a genius; If you get caught, you a crook n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius [Alley Boy:] Much more than I seen Came up from a triple beam I'm a young G, how I mack em out my whole team Can't speak too fluent I can do anything if my mind put to it No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave All my G's influenced All the change I pull Laces down to the Louie V made bowls Me and Benz on tour n***a here's a million dollars in my roll Turnin twenty-four, turnin fourty-eight I'ma knock 'em out with it Never use the phone when you ride around with it Chance, stop em, tell 'em I did it Really gettin money? Y'all Barbie k**ers Ask the boy, the Don; Percy Miller n***a this money stacked to the ceiling From all this crack and weed dealing Haters ain't any interference Let 'em get to the money, that's gon k** 'em Planning my steps, watching my moves All my G's gon' feel him Mob! n***a turn a fo' to a half; You a genius From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street n***a; You a genius P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius If you could look at it, and don't even need no scale You a genius If you could just cook that thang up, with the earl and shake it You really a chemist, you a genius But if you could clean ya dirty money up to good money and survive this crazy sh** You a genius, ya feel me?