Juicy J - In da Game lyrics

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Juicy J - In da Game lyrics

[Hook] Dope game c**aine Dope game dope dope c**aine... [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Dope game - my game, hoes lame - it's a shame How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you b**hes, mane Gangsta Boo is not the kind of b**h that will like get punked out Looks are so decieving stupid b**h do you wanna f-izz-ind out How can ya f** a playa Playahataz better listen close If you try to buck me b**h Im outie with you f**ing soul Yes the devils daughter Kind of caught up b**h that wish the slip Slip yo a** in a coffin Because you run your f**in lip Ho my game is thick So stupid b**h dont ever test me ho If I f**ed up once You f** up twice So ho you gotta go Listen deep this pimpin Really quick before I split your dome Ho you trying to cross me in this game And stupid ho its on [Verse 2: Juicy J] Just a flodgin a** n***a With a lot of cheese Heard he stackin g's Everyday pushin plenty keys n***a dont know me Cause I ain't no phony And I ain't the n***a you can whoop and call me toby Low key on his a**, waitin' 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 n***a age thirteen f**ed up in town while I watched yo a** ride clean Now that Im grown up From the hood I gained nuts n***a you gonna drop off that dope Or feel the pain of a hollow tip Rip through your sh** or your f**in brain Thats what you get When you choose to play the dope game b**h! [Hook] Dope game c**aine Dope game dope dope c**aine... [Verse 3: DJ Paul] I'm at the cut, droppin' the fiend down with the monkey nuts I'm tired, I'm hittin' 'em short I gotta get over I don't give a f** The sh** goes on from sun-up till sun-down and on the twelve I guess But now its time cut the sh** where's my mind at my best I gotta test a n***a 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 don't waste time I gotta roll straight through the sh** sometimes I wonder will it end Cause I rob for petty sh** I'm riskin' my life pullin' yo card After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight spot I'm dodgin' the cops watchin' my b-izz-ag fools kinda like a snitch But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that sh** [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Check it out n***a I'm kickin' in doos, bodies are froze Bloody ya clothes, gun to ya nose All of you n***as 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 n***as 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 it is containin' some sh** 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 mane Simple and plain, you'll get stanged If you in the dope game, b**h [Hook] Dope game c**aine Dope game dope dope c**aine...

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