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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)

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