On ma old chair wid ma tresses
Playin da master right thurr
Got ma bitches makin guesses
Crackin dat code in hurr
You can find me concentratin, wid bitches wantin luv
Look master I got the colours if you into playin mind
I'm into cracking codes, I ain't into wearnin gluvs
So come try beat me if you into to getting solv’d
I be the masta, with all the colours of the 'bow.
pay attention to the combo's, getcha 4 in a row.
Those bitches be tryin' to throw ya game wit their look
But don't be fooled, yo be da masta, you wrote da book.
da colours be haunting me in my sleep
my combination secrets I have too keep.
red, green, blue and white
coming to me all through the night.
I walk the streets, lookin fo ma hoes
Indian and chinese, you gots to knows.
They kick yo ass when I win the battle,
after I have made yo nerves rattle.
Sitting up in ma chair in a suit and tie
You lost the game homeboy, I ain't gon' lie.
Gotta crack dat code
Nah man, not dat crack on da streets crack
I be talking mastamind variety,
blue, yellow, red, green
Just make sho' your combination can't be seen
Fo' dem bitches, chinese or indian be instillin' da fear,
be wantin their cut when you crack dat code up in hurr.
it's tough being on da row,
nah, not that death row I'm talkin' bout.
I be talking last row on ya board.
Some G's be playin and workin that chess
But up in hurr we don't settle fo' less.
Being part of tha game,
that will bring you the fame.
So break yo leg
and move that peg.
