When I was 15 years old, straight dope game, I was toad I went from sellin' pennies to the writer's dike Writer's dike, ah Timin' ass niggas like a cracker With a situation critical Phone home, phone home Talkin' on my digital I've seen a boatload of situations For dangulations Invalid ghetto pass, late-ass registrations Boy, I tell ya, *** is pitiful Damn! But hopefully repentable Dare I? I try to stay away from artificial Plastic ass Plastic ass Motherfuckin' individual Exercise your game, mate Cause things is changin' and rearrangin' Exercise your game, mate Then choose your brain, mate Don't run the same game Exercise your game, mate Fertilize your grass Play it, get that cash Exercise your game, mate But you gotta make it last Low, low, don't rise away Into the sunset But I ain't done yet Respect yourself and wear your vest Keep your guard up Cause moves be harder When you're hittin' dips Better check your clips And watch the police And the bloods and the grips Any way you choose Got to pay your dues Keep one in the chamber Cause the shoes always lose Rubber wheels be rubber heels any day Put the green in your jeans And get the hoes out your halo Or you can stay broke While your homies is rollin' spokes And sippin' Yak and smokin' Takin' to the jokes Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Fool, you can have that I work too hard for mine To let you take a dime No pain, no gain No pocket change Prepare yourself for battle Exercise your game Exercise your game, mate Make your money grow Don't you be no holo Exercise your game, mate Keep your works on tight To make your stats stay high Exercise your game, mate Fertilize your grass Play it, get your cash Exercise your game, mate Play it, get your coins Be like Dino Goins Have heart, have money, mate Have heart, have money, mate Yeah, I got next You wanna run with me, homie? Well, I don't need players in the paint Who can't do nothin' for me Show me get down Nigga, we can make somethin' happen I'm West Coast, East Side Muslim gangster rappin' Nigga, so you wanna be affiliated? Well, let me warn you I'm the kinda player that's really hated I'm rated X like Malcolm E-40, Coolio, and Cam Sprinkle game like Malcolm You wanna make money in the game? Well, let me show you How to do for self Cause ain't nobody gon' do it for you Oh, you thought like lit If you waitin' on the mystery guy Cause ain't nobody gon' give you *** You gots to get up off your ass And put yourself in heaven on earth Before you pass And exercise your game Exercise your game, fool Peep game from a young ass Rollin' on the runway Foot to the gas Got the endo mixed with hash Monday through Sunday And all in between I fiend for my paper My fed and my green Ain't no busters or no suckers On my team or in my pack Just call me the P And you can call me the Rass Once my feet hit the tracks It ain't no lookin' back I'm on a mission Tryna put my fuckin' clique on the map But these niggas don't know the *** Runnin' with Rip Raff But I got some game for your bitch, yeah Cause your game is Weaker than an anorexic I exercise my game Until I have my game perfected I wrote the game on paper Then I put the game on record You better check it, nigga Don't you ever disrespect it E-X-C-E R-I-S-E Y-O-G-A M-E-F-O-D-E In the house Better exercise your game Exercise your game Have heart, have money, man Have heart, have money, man Yeah, though, yeah, though Exercise your game, man Make your money grow Don't you be no holo Exercise your game, man Keep your works on time To make your stats stay ridin' Exercise your game, man Fertilize your grass Play it, get that cash Exercise your game, man But you gotta make it last All day, every time E-Forty in the motherfuckin' club P-M-P Crowbar Bar 9 Forty Thieves Every time, motherfucker Young Muggsy Demasi We don't stop We don't quit *** a motherfucker We on hit Debate to L.A. Motherfucker displays All the way to Compton Your game orientated situations Niggas don't believe my clickalations I'm perfect Every time, motherfucker Sure we do Don't let us in We breakin' in, fool This is what I do Yeah E-Forty Coolio The Phony D My nigga Ham Goddamn Yeah Bar 9 in the house Bar 9 in the house