Dope Game Lyrics

Dope Game lyrics

I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game
Cause the law can't fuck with
me
[Shoestring]
I got the hand that rocks the cradle and makin em fatal
while keepin
my
shit real tight
Fuck it no doubt for fuckin around
witches stick a Dolomite
I'm quick for jackin yo cheese outta yo keys and
spendin yo G's
I'm gon smoke a ?Z? gat and pull the trigga
On the front
ass page nigga
Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's ass
Get
froze of O's, put em in my pocket, and dash, crash
On the curve with ?nerve?
work, I whip it and dip it around
Just like switches, bitches, I'm jumpin and
breakin it down
Yo niggas packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my
nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os
And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, I done
killed your protection
Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept
steppin
Out the muthafuckin house, nigga bitch, and jumped in yo shit
But
since you didn't, 13 hollow point bitch was pumped in yo shit
Betta watch yo
ass, betta count yo cash, betta watch yo head from
these slugs
Get em up,
and hit em up, I done lit em up, shaked and jacked em
for
drugs
Shoestring's a killa on the for reala, I'll front you a O and a
half
Turn around and set yo body up and leave you stiff on that Ave.
Don't
try to cope, can't get with the dope, we get you for your riches
I'm puttin
stiches in bitches, ass leaped in ditches
You want this click then suck this
dick because this nigga scandal
I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll
light the candle
So if you ever wanna buck, nigga put it up
You got that
toothpaste in yo safe and I'm a hit it up
I got my finger on the trigga and
it makes me fatal
Shoestring's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the
hand that rock
the
cradle
Chorus (2X): I'm down in this muthafuckin
dope game
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy dope
nigga)
And the law can't fuck with me
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala,
it's the diddy dope nigga)
[Bootleg]
I got the hand that rocks the cradle
my blows are fatal just like
internal
bleedin
Run into the law from the
cocaine keeps anigga speedin
Always on the bind on the grind for the
9-6
Gotta get my hustle on, came to nigga stiff
Bitch I'm to swift,
stalkin with my big black boots
High on oop, with a MAC-11 ready to jack you
for loot
Ain't you so cute, standin in the presence and essence of
killas
A local bred tryin to fuck with thoroughbred niggas
No disrespect,
betta grab yo tech before you swing my way
I put the comma in drama, pack
heat like sunny days
Six million ways to die, let's try every one
She was
raped and brutally beaten, murdered my job done
Now who got the flame, that
comes a dime a dozen
I cock this 44 back, blow out yo shit, couldn't catch
yo cousin
Cause if you owe me money, ain't shit funny when I catch you
up
When I bust this tech, you'll think a supersoaker wet you up
The
flames of hell is in my eyes, killin niggas by surprise
If you cross my
path, bloodbath you bitches gotta die
Go ahead ??? with that moss, finally
get tossed in the fuckin river
Sometimes they shiver, from the pain and
pressure I deliver
Hold the hand of a gangsta as we fly through the bluest
skies
Swim through the bluest seas, family of killa G's
Don't fuck with
me nigga, I be yo local assassinator
A cop got mo digits than you can hold
in a calculator
My finger's on the trigga, and that makes me
fatal
Bootleg's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the hand that
rocks
the cradle
Chorus (2X)
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy
diddy who
The diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew
With some
dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my
niggas out think ya
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who
The
diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew
With some dope ass shit from
the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think
ya
Chorus (2X)