What They Hittin' Foe?

Gettin' down in a crap game Fools think I'm soft, cause now I'm in the rap game And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts Standin' on stage and I'm grabbin' my nuts But when it comes to gettin' in a circle I'm hittin' sevens turnin' broke niggas purple Looking fo' Little Joe and the dumb fools scream and choke When deuce-deuce hit the floor, yo Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty? I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny Aww yeah I'm shaking the ivory And boom, it's like they die for me Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint But don't forget my point, there it is yo I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide Money gone cause I'm never hittin' deuce-five I'm never hittin' four-trey, no way You wanna leave but come on bro stay Yeah, fever that'll work Poppa need brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt Fool, you can't even get wit' that And now that I'm winnin', I gots to get my gat Cause I see, your homies starting to look And broke little punks, they make the best crooks And I'm feelin' like a baller Buckin' fools, now the circle's getting smaller Now you wanna go and scheme Little suckas like you just love to triple-team So I pick up my money and start walkin' 'Cause now I let the gat start talkin' Now, since y'all lost, you wanna go out like the others Take that ya' little suckas