In Da Game - Three-6 Mafia

Written by：DJ Paul

D**e game my game hoes lame it's a shame

How the gangsta boo is gonna click up on you b**ches mane

Gangsta boo is not the kind of b**ch that will like get punked out

Looks are so deceiving stupid b**ch do you wanna fizz ind out

How can ya f**k a play

Playahataz better listen close

If you try to buck me b**ch

I'm ou tie with you f**king soul

Yes the devils daughter

Kind of caught up b**ch that wish the slip

Slip yo a** in a coffin b**ch

Because you run your f**king lip

Ho my game is thick

So stupid b**ch don't ever test me ho

If I f**ked up once

You f**k up twice

So ho you gotta go

Listen deep this pimp in

Really quick before I split your dome

Ho you trying to cross me in this game

And stupid ho its on

Just a flodgin a** niggle

With a lot of cheese

Heard he stack in g's

Everyday pushing plenty keys

Niggle don't know me

Cause I ain't no phony

And I ain't the niggle you can whoop and call me Toby

Low key on his a** waiting for the night to come

So I can kick down his door and make him give me some

B**ch I with a little young niggle age thirteen

F**ked up in town while I watched yo a** ride clean

Now that I'm grown up

From the hood I gained nuts

Niggle you gonna drop off that d**e

Or feel the pain of a hollow tip

Rip through your sh*t or your f**king brain

That's what you get

When you choose to play the d**e game

B**ch

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

I'm at the cut dropping the fiend down with the monkey nuts

I'm tired I'm hitting short I gotta get over I don't give a f**k

The sh*t goes on from sun up till sun down and on the twelve

I guess

But now its time cut the sh*t where's my mind at my best

I gotta test a niggle to see what he got can a fool

Make you straight a couple of g's I need more cheese

I laying it down on his face but don't waste time

I gotta roll straight through the sh*t sometimes I wonder will it end

Cause I rob for petty sh*t I'm risking my life pulling yo card

After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off

His smile a one eight spot

I'm dodging the cops watching my b fizz ag fools kinda like a snitch

But when I do my boys

I find there house and go up in that sh*t

Check it out

Niggle I'm kicking in doos bodies are froze

Bloody ya clothes gun to ya nose

All of you niggards you really need to give up money and d**e

Face the floor forty four into ya head dropping 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 d**e head niggards will get put to sleep

When I sneak give up the d**e or get a hole in yo cranium

You see this mean artillery you know it is containing some

Sh*t that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible

And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comatose

So when you pushing candy with the scarecrow comin to smoke you mane

Simple and plain you'll get stanged if you in the d**e game b**ch

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine

D**e game coc*ine

D**e game d**e d**e coc*ine