Headgames - Erick Sermon, 50 Cent, Keith Murray

She’s world renowned around town

I’ve seen that face before best believe

You lost a couple of pounds changed your hairweave

And now you got that Mary J. Blige look jumpin off

Bitch you ain’t famous whatever your name is

You might have been in V.I.P.

maybe

But you ain’t even a ball player and tryin to game me (*UH HUH!)

Huh!

I’ve seen you hoppin out that truck

Yep you came there with them but you left there with him

Maybe 'cause the 6 it did have bigger rims

So you could jump it off with Cheeks and Lil' Kim

But for real girl (Why are you flirtin?)

You ain’t fam, you’s a fan (*UH HUH!)

As for me I know, that’s I’m relayin

Sayin I ain’t playin I ain’t payin so get the steppin HOE!!!

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy,

crazy (So crazy… So Crazy)

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

Aiyyo I was uptown, doin what I do

Fresh to death fresh cut you know me bein beautiful (UH HUH!)

Posted up with my nigga Funk Doctor

We blew blockers T and they fly bird watchers

Then my man tapped me on my shoulders like yo

(*Aiyyo isn’t that homegirl from that Summerjam show?)

And you know me I come with somethin fly to say

WHATTUP BITCH!!!

I mean that in a good way

She twisted up her face and then smiled

I said don’t play me like a herb from the suburb 'cause I’m from Strong Isl

Frontin in your lil' benz with your lil' rims

Actin high post for your lil' stank friends

She said Murray you cute but your too hardcore

I’m thinkin yeah she could probably suck a nickel through a straw

Then guess who I saw later on that night B?

(*Don't tell me?) And the filatio was crazy

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy,

crazy (So crazy… So Crazy)

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

All these chicks they think so fine, playin them head games all the time

When they talk pay them no mind (Make-Make-Make 'em-Make 'em clap to this!)

Uh Huh!

Yeah!

The buck stops right here, so go figure

Trick, ain’t nothin changed since Golddigger

You had your chance but now it’s the fourth quarter

You had one shot but that got locked

And… game's over, just like that

You was hot girl two years back

Like Big Pun said, go that way!

Smiley face, have a nice day see ya!!!

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy,

crazy (So crazy… So Crazy)

First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up

Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up

You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

E. Sermon Def Squad nigga!!!

Bop to that!