Dope Game lyrics

Artist  : Dayton Family 
Song : Dope Game



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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)