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