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[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
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You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
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(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
                            Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
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Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
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But the game been good to meeeee...

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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UHH, first album went platinum, now you can't go gold
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Made ya deal with the devil, but you sold yo' soul
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You rent a lotta cars, rent a mansion and them hoes
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You say you sold your Phantom, bitch they took yo' Rolls
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Get disrespected everywhere you go
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Big bodyguards when you come for the shows
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They already know you got shit on your name
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Nigga, you a pussy, they gon' take yo' chain
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Take yo' piece, rings and watch
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You play rich, boy you need to stop
                                     Bb
I ain't dissin nobody, no particular name
Ebm
Ya shoe fit nigga, get the fuck up out the game - lil' BITCH!

[Chorus]
Ebm                             Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
                  Bb      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
                            Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
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I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic
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I say it how I feel and I do it how I like
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I write what I see, what I do, and what I know
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And keep it one hundred off top from the do'
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Now whether at a show, in the booth, or on the street
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No matter where I go and no matter who I meet
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Everybody tryna tell me how they feel 'bout the South
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On the cool, them haters need to shut they fuckin mouth
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'Cause we grip grain, nigga we pop trunk
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We to' straps and we ready for the funk
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Some niggaz two-step, some niggaz dance
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Some niggaz just ball with' a bottle in they hands
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Sell a couple ringtones niggaz, that's bread
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You hatin on paper get that FUCK up out yo' head
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Worryin 'bout my cheese, getcha own stack
          Ebm
It's goin down in the South, you don't like it
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Click clack, motherfucker!

[Chorus]
Ebm                             Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
                            Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
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You got caught with that work on 10
       Fm
Made a deal with the state to turn your foul partner in
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But he took 15, befo' you could tell
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He ain't witchu no mo' hoe, you got twenty in a cell
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I sent you a lawyer, you ain't listened that time
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Ain't no appeal, but they dropped it to five?
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Who you had to fuck to give back that time?
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Textin me from a cell phone - bitch, yo lost YO' FUCKIN E ND?
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How dare you tryna get me on conspiracy, Jack?
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If the feds hit me, I'm a hit yo' ass BACK!
                                    Db
You fight witcho tounge, I send 'em killa
Ebm
Transcript writer, I'll kill you nigguuuh!

[Chorus]
Ebm                             Abm
You lost yo' spot when you went pop
Abm
CD flopped, you ain't hot...
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up bitch!)
                            Abm
You lost your cars, and yo' house
Abm
Now you sleep on yo' mama's couch
                  Db      Ebm
But the game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Smoke sum'hin, bitch...)

[Chorus 2: Pimp C singing]
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Got caught with the shit, twenty years
                           Abm
Youse a snitch, you turned biiii-tch...
    Fm                Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Hol' up, bitch!)
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I took yo' hoe, she's a pro
          Db   Bb     Abm
Bought me all, of yo' dough...
    Db                Ebm
The game been good to meeeee...
 Ebm
(Pussy nigguuuh...)