Tru - Anything Goes lyrics

Chorus 2X Eenie, meenie, minnie, moe You don't know the game 'till you f** That's how it goes [Master P] Young n***a tryin' to get rich Posted up with this sh** On the grind tryin' to slang that muthaf**in' sh** Servin' the fiends the ice cream You mean that crack [King George] Bullets can't man tag, one time for the gat Can he make it, will he fake it Fiends call him Betty Crocker [Master P] Cause he got the bacon [Big Ed] You get a loc like that blueberry dope, that yaho Choppin' it up like fat, gettin' hit on that pager Cause it's all about the skrilla, n***a Pockets gettin' bigga Pockets gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger [Silkk] Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them Whatever it may be, everybody against them Chorus 2X [Master P] n***as hittin' the ba**, straight playa But you gotta watch your back for them f**in' hatas If I were a football player, i'd probably be Lawrence Taylor Blockin' these hatas off, be mad Cause they know Master P's got it goin' man That's why I f** your b**h, but she ain't sh** And everybody in the hood know the hoe s** dick But you cause you lame But like Ice Cube said, "Let's cut out the little man" You need an ounce of this real game It ain't a thang to these TRU n***as, cause we let our nuts hang I got love for you, fool you got love for me But there's always some s**er talkin' 'bout wrong P You need to jump off that gla** dick You look like a dope fiend and sound like a b**h You want it cooked I got baking soda for your b**h a**, huh Cause that hoe sh** won't last Chorus 2X [King George] Comin' from the Bayou, a triple by the dosage Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find co*k-roaches We flip g's, no good deeds Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's Forties with the clip, sh** float to your forehead King pay dues, f** you a dead b**h Flip pure game, like the Og's taught me Tryin' spit game when i'm talkin' on a for-ty Chorus 2X [Big Ed] It's nothin' but the G in me I have a question Big Ed is on a funky G lesson Now, how many G's in the house tonight And how many G's spin them gold thangs tight It's nothin' but a G thang ba-by I gotta twa*k on a fubic, but can you fade me n***a, cause Big Ed be like TRU to it Always wearin' Nikes' cause I just do it Got more bounce to the ounce Get you drunk like some liquor Gotta ??? Cause he's rollin' on my ???, like a weather got my action Grabbin' on my nuts like my name was Micheal Jackson So n***a Who ride, I ride, slide [Master P] But they can't touch ya [Big Ed] With my TRU n***as on my side [Master P] And you know I got 5 on it But we gotta do this one here for my dead homie Chorus 2X [Silkk] A n***a tip toe through the do' You know I'm bout 6'4" plus mo' So I had to get low And n***as lookin' shady I shook some shell up in my a**, somebody older Y'all b**hes better pay me You want me to say it's all good in my hood Well I can't And anybody that told you it is, they be lyin' Cause it ain't I hopped in my ride, started fish tailin' Seems I caught a flat, so Silkk started 3-wheelin' Chorus 2X