Three 6 Mafia - In Da Game

Chorus Dope game cocaine Dope game dope dope game cocaine Gangsta Boo Dope game My game Hoes lame Its a shame How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches mane Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out Looks are so decieving Stupid bitch do you wanna fizzin out How u can bust a playa Playahataz better listen close If you try to buck me bitch Im outie with you fucking soul Yes the devils daughter Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip Slip yo ass in a coffin bitch Because you run your fuckin lip Ho my game is thick So stupid bitch dont ever test me ho If I fucked up once You fuck up twice So ho you gotta go Listen deep this pimpin Really quick before I split your dome Ho you tryna cross me in this game And stupid ho its on Juicy J Just a flodgin ass nigga With a lot of cheese Heard he stackin g's Everyday pushin plenty keys Nigga dont know me Cause I ain't no phony And I ain't the nigga you can whoop and call me toby Low key On his ass Waitin for the night to come So I can kick down his door and make him give me some Bitch I with a little young nigga age thirteen Fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean Now that Im grown up From the hood I gained nuts Nigga you gonna drop off that dope Or feel the pain of a hollow tip Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain Thats what you get When you choose to play the dope game Bitch! Chorus DJ Paul Im at the cut Droppin the fiend down with the monkey nuts Im tired Im hittin 'em short I gotta get over I dont give a fuck The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down And on the tweleve I geuss But now its time cut the shit Wheres my mind at my best I gotta test A nigga to see what he got can a fool Make you straight a couple of g's I need more cheese I layin it down on his face But dont waste time I gotta roll straight through the shit Sometimes I wonder will it end Cause I rob for petty shit Im riskin my life pullin yo card After yall push him off the wood grain A pop off his smile a one eight spot Im dodgin the cops Watchin my bizzak fools kinda like a snitch But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that shit Lord Infamous Check it out Nigga Im kickin in doos Bodies are froze Bloody ya clothes Gun to ya nose All of you niggas you really need to give up more money and dope Face the floor Forty-four Into ya head Droppin '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 dopehead niggas will get put to sleep When I sneak Give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium You see this mean artilery you know containin some Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comotose So when you pushin candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you manne Simple and plain Youll get stanged If you in the dope game Bitch Chorus In da game Trapped in da game.....