My phone rung, eleven 'o clock, I'm feeling tight
It's that girl that I gave my number at the store the other night
What's up? (What you doin')
Just watchin' TV
(Why don't you come over to my crib and you can watch it with me)
Now who you stay wit? (I got my own apartment and ride)
Well man, write down the directions I be chillin' outside
Show enough, twenty minutes later, time to escape
I got my tooth brush, my rubbers, and my dough I might take
On the way there, hold up, where your husband or man?
(Boy I'm single, I do what I want) Aight, don't be playin'
When I got there, I kicked back, like I was in charge
Hit the shower, then I let her give my back a massage
I'm almost about to stick her on the living room floor
'Til I hear knock, who's that at the door
(Oh shit that's my boyfriend, I thought he was gone
If he catch you in this mutha fucker it's gon' be on)
It's gon' be on? I peeped outside this foo ain't alone
He got three more homies out there wit 'em, hand me the phone
(Who you callin'?) I'm callin' DBX and I.Q.
Man I knew that I would get in trouble fooling with you
This foo screamed out he coming in the door to kill me
Counted one, counted two, kicked it down on three
Now I'm standing in the living room holding a bat
But I still ain't got no win, 'cause he was holding a gat
Now I'm tellin' and explainin', feeling dressed like a fool
Tryna figure out a way to steal his ass on the coo
Then she squared 'em off, cussed 'em out, and told me to stay
She said (I was about to dump your sorry ass anyway)
This foo click, he got mo' agg and said you a lie
If I leave this mutha fucker everybody gon' die
Man why, do I, have to sit up and try
To justify, what somebody put me in being fly
When my boys came twenty deep, I knew I was fine
And them three foo's that he was wit start changin' they mind
Baby, grab your phone, put fine K, and scratch my name off
It's too late, you shoulda squared the damn game off
[Chorus]
Square the game off, why take a chance?
All you gotta do is just tell me in advance
Square the game off, ain't no need to lie
Keep it on the real, that way don't nobody die
I was chillin' at McGregor park, mindin' my own
My boy Bummer kickin' back on the cellular phone
I see Mack, D-D, Cliff White, Mike Richard, and Ray
Punch, Ellis, Bo, and Polo, shit I'm ready to play
Drunk and Wind pick me up, my shot was aight
I'm gon' win me bout four or five and call it a night
But their this girl on the sideline checkin' me out
Uh oh, let me go and see what this is about
I ain't even have no hair cut, and I'm dressed real cheap
But I was knockin' down them mutha fuckin' jumpers from deep
She said (I like the way you shoot the ball, do you ever miss?)
It really ain't nuthin' to it baby it all in the wrist
(When it come to ball players I can never resist)
Hmm, pull out the pen and paper (write your number on this)
Right then, here some foo come straight aggin' a fit
One of the hoopers that I just beat, that is who she was wit
Aw shit, now analyze how ignorant he act
He about six eight two forty, I ain't tryin' to see that
He stood madder than a pit bull, bout ready to swang
But his partner that he rolled wit had seen the whole thang
Straight told him what she did tryna to make his boy see
Here she come (Who you gon' believe, that nigga or me?
Boo I love you, so anythang he say, I don't care
Now look, tryna do that, when you right over there)
Now girl you good, so while the boy was tryin' to think
I left but when I looked back, she gave me a wink
Man it's over, so my hidden assassins took they aim off
It's dangerous when somebody don't square the game off
[Chorus: x2]
Square the game off, why take a chance?
All you gotta do is just tell me in advance
Square the game off, ain't no need to lie
Keep it on the real, that way don't nobody die
Won't nobody die
Won't nobody die
Won't nobody die
Won't nobody die
