Dope Smoking weed, rolling ?em fat You wonder where the boy learned to act like that Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need To roll a fat joint
starin at a barrel The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the base Walked right up and put the Uzi in his face He said, "Give up the dope if you still
microphone One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch) $hort Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house Doin' what we always do, a stack (Gettin' money) Gettin' money (Gettin' money
ya mom (That's right) She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (She will) So kids say no to drugs (That's right) So you don't act like everyone
Venus acts a fool at the square, right? Yeah Doctors engineer in apparel, right? Yeah Hip-Hop made a point last year, right? Yeah But Planets is the joint this year, right
it up as if you're where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And
up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh
yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pass
some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies say the truth But in real life those niggas will
to my car, and there it is, another ticket How many times will a crack head smoke crack And ask me for some money 'cuz he wants crack Give him money
been a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its fucking insane roll
a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up 'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain it's fucking insane Roll
up with all the silly rumors, dog Sayin' that we got dropped from JCOR That never ever would happen, I mean, what do they know? We kept our head up, now money
living, well FUCK YOU! This is the dope game, and I'm in it My nigga G, will fuck you up in a minute With a, right, left, right, left ya toothless Then
up the chrome and let's swang) Tigers all up in the wall (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch Take a match and spark up a little bud
more cheese (Fool, that's mobstability) And when it's money over bitches 'cause you're stackin' your riches (Playa, that's mobstability) Gettin' your mind right
to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it Violence, yeah, that bullshit right up my alley Chasing you right up the alley With