(Feat. Dope-E)

[Chorus: x2]
Gotta get out of the game, I gotta get out of the game
I gotta get out of the game I'm slangin' the caine
I gotta get out of the game, I gotta get out of the game
I gotta get out of slangin' muthafuckin' caine.

[Dope-E]
I try to get out, but I can't stop
I knock on wood and pray I don't get popped
Nigga livin' lifestyle, don't try to do it
Tha cops made a bust so my dope I had to chew it
I almost blew it, damn dat was close
So I relocated to anotha post
I can't get caught, I've been to jail too many times
Can't get a legit job so I slang to get mine
I'm in it to win it, if ya gank me I'll catch you
And two weeks later they'll find ya floatin' in a bayou
Yo' family, they're cryin', awwh it's too bad
You've been laid in muddy water, eaten by crawdads
They posse found out it was me so now they're after me
A bunch of pussies, they ain't finna come fuck wit me
Cuz then I'll have to shoot 'em, the splatter flesh drama
Do it mafia style and kill all they fuckin' mamas
King of the kingpins collectin' a payroll
You fuck me and I shoot ya, bitch then cement ya ankles
Cuz I got a rep for takin' no shit, bitch
A serial killa somethin you can't fuck wit
And hoes love a dopeman wit money
But all they get is this black pipe cause I ain't no dummy
They track a bro while he up and dis 'I'm when he down
That's why I cum in they ass, laugh and skip town
"No way cuz the game's here" so many disputes
Bitch get out my face, I'll pull yo' hair out by yo' roots
Yo' boyfriend owe me money, if ya love 'I'm betta tell it
I wants my muthafuckin' shit before I kill 'I'm!

[Chorus]

[Ganksta NIP]
Fuck gettin out, my reputation'll stop
If my money ain't legit, yo' mama's heart gets ripped out
Ya wanna gank me but you ain't slick
; Come short one rock?, Aw' man naw, you finna' die, bitch
It ain't funny, ya think I'm a ho?
.357 to yo' head, why U ain't laughin' no mo'?
Now it's too late, bitch look what ya did
Now here's a to yo' head, for ya' grandkids
Cops try to control me
It takes 852 jail cells to hold me
Dis Nip? Oh, fuck I'ma dis you
A Uzi in my hand, yo' family gon' miss you
I ain't the one to be fucked wit
9mm holopoint cappin' yo' ass, bitch
That crooked cop, he must think that I'm soft
I might start by shootin' up his muthafuckin' house
Got a kilo in my trunk wit sum lead
Mac-10 infrared scope aimed at a cop's head
Niggaz geekin' and kidz geekin' too
; Just say no;, Bitch fuck you!
The Godfather, I'm alwayz scopin'
Got them bitches in my bed wit their pussy wide open
A nigga snitched, he fucked my connection
They found parts of his daddy's head in every direction
Here come the jump-out boys, let 'em jump out
I'll get the Uzi, Dope-E ya get the bomb out
And let's blast in the dark
36 crooked cops just died in South Park.

[Chorus]

[Dope-E]
Creepin' down the street there wit no caine just the other day
There go that nigga who owe me money, and didn't pay
He heard my voice so he bailed down the street
Cuz he know his ass finna' get beat
Over the head wit tha lead of a gun, teach 'I'm don't run
That's the way a nigga be slangin up in Houston
Yo, Nip, grab the pipe, get yo' bat and tha gat
Watch his guts splat, fuck and that's that
Keep my finga on the trigga steady watchin' my stash cash
Gotta move fast cuz cops be watchin' my black ass
See I ain't got a pity over anotha brotha
I'll kill yo' bitch ass and I'm serious than a muthafucka.

[Ganksta NIP]
Dope! (What up?) Get the muthafuckin' scope
(Got it! ) Don't stop shootin', till twenty niggaz croak
Takin' no shit while I'm slangin'
Gank me, they'll find yo' muthafuckin' lil' girl's throat hangin'
Drug related killins', cops don't bother
16 died from the hands of the Godfather
Lettin' ya know I ain't down for braggin'
Call 911, fuck it, call the meatwagon
You'll die fuckin' wit my dope
Like that nigga they found dead bleedin' wit his neck broke
Slangin' caine ya can never fail
But me and Dope-E see yo' ass in hell, bitch!
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