[Chorus: Twista]
Better watch yo back there boy
Get on yo square or
My gun'll beat your chain
Got the nigga figured out
Showin you off, tell him shit ain't the same
Go ahead and kick him out cut him up
Catch him sleepin fuck him up
Only he must not know your name
Pimpin is a deadly game
Better watch yo back there boy
Get on yo square or
My gun'll beat your chain
Got the nigga figured out
Showin you off, tell him shit ain't the same
Go ahead and kick him out cut him up
Catch him sleepin fuck him up
Only he must not know your name
Pimpin is a deadly game
[Verse 1: Trina]
Oh nigga you mad now, actin bad, pullin out your gats now
All you care about is cash, so my feelings they assed out
And it's so sad how I do for you
Be the woman come through for you
When you do wrong, police come through for you
I'll even bend the truth for you
But the fact of the matter is
Nigga you gon' love who you gon' love
You gon' trust who you gon' trust
You gon' fuck who you gon' fuck
But you won't trust me, no way no how
Ya gotta give ya whole life fo a nigga nowadays
Can't leave your house, can't even speak your mouth
Can't even beat him down
Motherfuckers is so crazy, deranged
Let 'em into your brain brings misery and pain
Cause they call us lame, bitches, and heffers, and sluts
You think your nut is gonna heal my bruises and batters and cuts
Bitches ya'll better get tough
And at the same time y'all better lock the game
And re-rock the game
Get a Glock ready, sit back cock and aim
And try to stop the pain, cause you got a lot to gain
Instead of sittin home waitin on niggas to call
Puttin 911 in their beepers and all
We don't deserve this at all y'all
Better watch yo back there boy
Get on yo square or
My gun'll beat your chain
Got the nigga figured out
Showin you off, tell him shit ain't the same
Go ahead and kick him out cut him up
Catch him sleepin fuck him up
Only he must not know your name
Pimpin is a deadly game
Better watch yo back there boy
Get on yo square or
My gun'll beat your chain
Got the nigga figured out
Showin you off, tell him shit ain't the same
Go ahead and kick him out cut him up
Catch him sleepin fuck him up
Only he must not know your name
Pimpin is a deadly game
[Verse 1: Trina]
Oh nigga you mad now, actin bad, pullin out your gats now
All you care about is cash, so my feelings they assed out
And it's so sad how I do for you
Be the woman come through for you
When you do wrong, police come through for you
I'll even bend the truth for you
But the fact of the matter is
Nigga you gon' love who you gon' love
You gon' trust who you gon' trust
You gon' fuck who you gon' fuck
But you won't trust me, no way no how
Ya gotta give ya whole life fo a nigga nowadays
Can't leave your house, can't even speak your mouth
Can't even beat him down
Motherfuckers is so crazy, deranged
Let 'em into your brain brings misery and pain
Cause they call us lame, bitches, and heffers, and sluts
You think your nut is gonna heal my bruises and batters and cuts
Bitches ya'll better get tough
And at the same time y'all better lock the game
And re-rock the game
Get a Glock ready, sit back cock and aim
And try to stop the pain, cause you got a lot to gain
Instead of sittin home waitin on niggas to call
Puttin 911 in their beepers and all
We don't deserve this at all y'all
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