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I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game
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Cause the law can't fuck with me
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[Shoestring]
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I got the hand that rocks the cradle and makin em fatal while keepin
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my
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shit real tight
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Fuck it no doubt for fuckin around witches stick a Dolomite
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I'm quick for jackin yo cheese outta yo keys and spendin yo G's
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I'm gon smoke a ?Z? gat and pull the trigga
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On the front ass page nigga
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Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's ass
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Get froze of O's, put em in my pocket, and dash, crash
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On the curve with ?nerve? work, I whip it and dip it around
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Just like switches, bitches, I'm jumpin and breakin it down
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Yo niggas packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
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Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os
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And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, I done killed your protection
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Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept steppin
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Out the muthafuckin house, nigga bitch, and jumped in yo shit
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But since you didn't, 13 hollow point bitch was pumped in yo shit
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Betta watch yo ass, betta count yo cash, betta watch yo head from
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these slugs
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Get em up, and hit em up, I done lit em up, shaked and jacked em for
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drugs
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Shoestring's a killa on the for reala, I'll front you a O and a half
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Turn around and set yo body up and leave you stiff on that Ave.
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Don't try to cope, can't get with the dope, we get you for your riches
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I'm puttin stiches in bitches, ass leaped in ditches
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You want this click then suck this dick because this nigga scandal
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I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll light the candle
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So if you ever wanna buck, nigga put it up
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You got that toothpaste in yo safe and I'm a hit it up
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I got my finger on the trigga and it makes me fatal
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Shoestring's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the hand that rock
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the
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cradle
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Chorus (2X): I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game
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(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy dope nigga)
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And the law can't fuck with me
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(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope nigga)
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[Bootleg]
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I got the hand that rocks the cradle my blows are fatal just like
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internal
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bleedin
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Run into the law from the cocaine keeps anigga speedin
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Always on the bind on the grind for the 9-6
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Gotta get my hustle on, came to nigga stiff
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Bitch I'm to swift, stalkin with my big black boots
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High on oop, with a MAC-11 ready to jack you for loot
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Ain't you so cute, standin in the presence and essence of killas
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A local bred tryin to fuck with thoroughbred niggas
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No disrespect, betta grab yo tech before you swing my way
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I put the comma in drama, pack heat like sunny days
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Six million ways to die, let's try every one
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She was raped and brutally beaten, murdered my job done
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Now who got the flame, that comes a dime a dozen
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I cock this 44 back, blow out yo shit, couldn't catch yo cousin
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Cause if you owe me money, ain't shit funny when I catch you up
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When I bust this tech, you'll think a supersoaker wet you up
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The flames of hell is in my eyes, killin niggas by surprise
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If you cross my path, bloodbath you bitches gotta die
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Go ahead ??? with that moss, finally get tossed in the fuckin river
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Sometimes they shiver, from the pain and pressure I deliver
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Hold the hand of a gangsta as we fly through the bluest skies
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Swim through the bluest seas, family of killa G's
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Don't fuck with me nigga, I be yo local assassinator
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A cop got mo digits than you can hold in a calculator
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My finger's on the trigga, and that makes me fatal
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Bootleg's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the hand that rocks
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the cradle
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Chorus (2X)
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It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who
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The diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew
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With some dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
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Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think ya
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It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who
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The diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew
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With some dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
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Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think ya
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Chorus (2X)
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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
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