In Da Game -Three-6Mafia
Written by ：DJ Paul
dope game my game hoes lame it's a shame
How the gangsta boo is gonna click up on you b*****s mane
Gangsta boo is not the kind of b***h that will like get punked out
Looks are so deceiving stupid b***h do you wanna fizz ind out
How can ya **** a play
Playahataz better listen close
If you try to buck me b***h
I'm ou tie with you ****ing soul
Yes the devils daughter
Kind of caught up b***h that wish the slip
Slip yo ass in a coffin b***h
Because you run your ****ing lip
Ho my game is thick
So stupid b***h don't ever test me ho
If I ****ed up once
You **** up twice
So ho you gotta go
Listen deep this pimp in
Really quick before I split your dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho its on
Just a flodgin a**niggle
With a lot of cheese
Heard he stack in g's
Everyday pushing plenty keys
Niggle don't know me
Cause I ain't no phony
And I ain't the niggle you can whoop and call me Toby
Low key on his a**waiting for the night to come
So I can kick down his door and make him give me some
b***h I with a little young niggle age thirteen
****ed up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean
Now that I'm grown up
From the hood I gained n**s
Niggle you gonna drop off that dope
Or feel the pain of a hollow tip
Rip through your shit or your ****ing brain
That's what you get
When you choose to play the dope game
b***h
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I'm at the cut dropping the fiend down with the monkey n**s
I'm tired I'm hitting short I gotta get over I don't give a ****
The shit goes on from sun up till sun down and on the twelve
I guess
But now its time cut the shit where's my mind at my best
I gotta test a niggle to see what he got can a fool
Make you straight a couple of g's I need more cheese
I laying it down on his face but don't waste time
I gotta roll straight through the shit sometimes I wonder will it end
Cause I rob for petty shit I'm risking my life pulling yo card
After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off
His smile a one eight spot
I'm dodging the cops watching my b fizz ag fools kinda like a snitch
But when I do my boys
I find there house and go up in that shit
Check it out
Niggle I'm kicking in doos bodies are froze
Bloody ya clothes gun to ya nose
All of you niggards you really need to give up money and dope
Face the floor forty four into ya head dropping em dead
Infamous fled put them to bed with the weight then escape
Count the stacks shine my gat after I jack like a rat on the creep
All you dope head niggards will get put to sleep
When I sneak give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium
You see this mean artillery you know it is containing some
shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible
And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comatose
So when you pushing candy with the scarecrow comin to smoke you mane
Simple and plain you'll get stanged if you in the dope game b***h
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