Ology

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Pimpology, the teachings of a pimp Get dosed and you'll never beat your weenie again Stack cheesyology, Mac Dreezyology Then there's thizzyology for the one's that swallow E That's T-H-I double Z I'm a pimp fuck love boy, I'd rather see A purse full of dough, before I pull a ho Get this game in her brain than I hit the sto' or stroll Oh, when I hit the blade I check a chick for some chips boy, I'm tryin' get paid Pay Flambé, crap tables and milly made I'm a king of diamonds boy, you're just a ten of spades Everything is top shelf, boy I spoil myself Dough from the ho stroll and flows that I sell I smell some squares in the air I'm finna tare, holla at cha I'll see ya player [Hook] It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy [Verse 2: Dubee] Turfinology be the teachings of a soldier Focus so ferocious trying to bubble up like Folgers I bring hustlinology, my thug philosophy Be to get all on 'em and smoke 'em Leaving niggas with knocked knees I do it like fiber optics Seeking a spot to lock it Cock the metal back and pop it Trying to fill 'em all, four pockets I gets, all up in 'em Tougher than denim Skin 'em, win 'em I be thuggin' on this mic New millennium Dolemite I'm on your back like a jacket To [?] for nothing blacking When choppers get to blapping Nobody don't know what happened I get it racking and dome cracking My middle be dome savage And business, I'm gon' handle it Figures I'm gon' snatch it The ratchet and the machine, nigga Fuck up the team, nigga Get tossed and fucked off, fucking with these niggas When ya speak up on me, the way we breathe on it You niggas can get it the way you want it [Hook] It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy It's that turfinology, that That gangsterology, that That pimpinology That's my philosophy [Verse 3: Reek Daddy] Gangsterology that's the teachings of a killer Relation to the [?] so you kill them niggas Murderology, punkinology Now I'm in some shit, a G I got to be Cutthoat from the V, it's the 3C down It's the Crest side crocodile, I bet you niggas know now Click clack and blap blap, pull it then you die See I'm a real Crest nigga I'mma multiply Riding is an art and I mastered it Blasting with a cannon, slanging caskets, bitch Jack of all trades, a hand with all aces Sick in the brain, cash register rapist The getaway car got the dudes in the gas mask Blamping with the mac, killing niggas like anthrax So ask somebody what they know about Reek I'mma be a G 'til I'm six feet deep