You a Genius

Lyrics

[Chorus: Master P] Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius [Verse 1: Master P] Ask Joey where that rock at LeBron James couldn't stop that Posted up with my trill niggas Ain't nobody got that It's soda pop in that water-water Walgreens, sell any order I'm a chemist on that stove Turn a soft eight to a hard quarter Livin' like a nightmare My rifle man be right there I bubble up and I cook it up I'm Einstein without the white hair And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin' I had to check my bitch for usin' the same pot that I cook in Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper Courtney dropped me off some guns, said, "Keep that for them haters" This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no books If you make it out, you a genius, if you get caught, you a crook [Chorus: Master P] Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Much more than I seen Came up from a triple beam I'm a young genius how I mastermind 'em out with my whole team Can't speak too fluent I can do anything if my mind put to it No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave, all my [?] influenced All the drank I pour [?] down to the Louis V [?] Me and [?] on tour Never had a million dollars, nigga, hear my roar Turn two into four, turn four into eight I'ma knock 'em out with it Never use the phone when you ridin' 'round with it [?] stop em, tell 'em I did it Really gettin' money, y'all [?] killers Ask the boy, the Don, Percy Miller Nigga, this money stacked to the ceilin' From all this crack and weed dealin' Haters ain't eatin', they in they feelings I'ma get to the money, that's gon' kill 'em Plannin' my steps, watchin' my moves I'm a genius, I don't feel 'em, Mob [Chorus: Master P] Nigga turn a four to a half, you a genius From a eight-ball to thousand grams, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius Sell weed on the porch, get paid, you a genius Got keys off the boat, street nigga, you a genius Put it on the stove, cook it up, you a genius Break it down, bag it up, distribute it, you a genius [Outro: Master P] If you could look at it and don't even need no scale You a genius If you could just cook that thing up with the earl and shake it You really a chemist, you a genius But if you could clean your dirty money up to good money And survive this crazy shit You a genius, feel me?