[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 1: Kamikazi]:
Got the habit that's highly addictive
And my penmanship says i'm restricted
Selective with those that I spit with
anything less than I guess we come victims
Sleep till the track smack with the uppercut
Take it he better come right back
They ain't ready for the brainsick sh** like that
Till you get up in your veins when you lit like clack
Underground {Pap Pap}
You can never master it
On another level we master this
Even if your father an actor I'd rather k** 'em, decapture
I might be the villain if i could sense 'em when disaster hits
With no warnin', C.Ray come wrecking these dudes
They strung out from cookin' up tubes
We murder part 2's like it's nothin'
But as long as they bluffing, we looking for something to do
Just might be you, Peering [?] a lot we can do
Tune up the monster, invite with the mood
And if you survive the night
On the high, searching for more underground music
Don't look confused
How do you [?] defuse?
Made it my time and the word I pursue
I stay emotion and soak up the fruit, I might label the flavor
They savor the truth
[?] all of these views, give rappers the noose
[?White?] rappers useless, skin off their [?] and come back
With some new sh**
Cut 'em no slack and see what they produces
Man, I don't need no institution, work that I'm choosin'
Makes me feel I can do anything, everything into this music
Here, homie, use it
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 2: C-Mob]:
You know that I get on a track and I spill guts, now roll that dolla' bill up and feel this real stuff, then you will addicted to the sickness
of my rhymes
To another angel will be drifted when you're lifted off my lines
Loving how high you get when you're on my sh**
And I insist it's daily, with the pen and the pad, I'm in the lab
This scientist is crazy, a madman [Lunatic] dope in the booth [?]
Running up on these rappers, skin them alive, then make a suit of it
Doing it for the love of it, So hot, you'll need an oven mitt
As soon as I give them a [?]
They sniffin' it up and they want another hit
Me and the supervillians got more keys than a accordion
Collectively, we're moving more coke than John DeLorean
With this dope game, we give them this c**aine
They do them all lines, as if it was Soul Train
And different than no pain, they bobbing their head
And they love how the flow change, Next minute, I'm so strange
Enough of the propane
Because it is a supervillain ability to be able to throw Flames
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 3: Bleezo]:
Hey...Knock on me
Catch a n***a deeper than the tri-four deep
[?] a block flow-key
Get the rifle, G
Pick a co*k-chrome heat, you did not gon' beef
[?] with the c**aine
Post up on the corner with the whole thing
Watch the money grow, no low gain
Got the b**hes fiendin' for the D, call it "Dope Game"
Quit runnin' like yo' wishin' [?]
For a limited time, you can get it for the low
b**hes on my line, gonna [?rip?] a n***a's lines
Trynna get up in yo' mind, like a little bit'll blow
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[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: King-ISO]:
I'm big, my n***a
And that's on [?]
Ridin' 'round the city with a red bandana
We rockin' that ball, That's southern Montana
I can't feel my face like Joel Santana
I feel like baking soda, I be arm with the hammers
Work so good, make a b**h say [?]
Run up like a needle with the trouble, n***a, and I
Dive in the work bare, lookin' like [?]
I spit it hella wicked, n***a let's-let's rock
f**ing with the brain, n***a
Might get shot
You don't make sense like a timeless watch
n***a, I get hot like a Pyrrhic spot (Wooh!)
n***a, I'm the brainsick f**ing David Ruffin
I'm on the stove and all you lame n***as is makin' [?nothin'?]
Shave with the [?], Get [?] with the work
My work so good, make you call in the work
And then do a bullet, n***a can't f** wit' me
n***a hit me, 150, Eight ball in the work
Aguilera, n***a, no Christina
[?] my dope demeanor
You're more like jelly
Don't go with Pepsi
That Coca-Cola, That c**aína
f**in' with a k**a in the danger zone
Keep a 9 Millimeter, ready to shave yo' dome
Brain-Brain muthaf**a, when the brain is gone
And I keep the streets tripped with no safety on
If rap don't work, then I shake it home
When a n***a gonna see that my fame is gone
I be posted on the block all day with chrome
Selling [?], Man, like Krayzie Bone
[C.Ray/Charles Xavier] [Hook x2]:
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this Cocaine
[Verse 4: Redro k**son]: