ganksta n i p - get out of the game lyrics
(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’ m-th-f-ckin’ caine.
[dope-e]
i try to get out, but i can’t stop
i knock on wood and pray i don’t get popped
n-gg- 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, d-mn 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 p-ss-es, they ain’t finna come f-ck wit me
cuz then i’ll have to shoot ’em, the splatter flesh drama
do it mafia style and kill all they f-ckin’ mamas
king of the kingpins collectin’ a payroll
you f-ck me and i shoot ya, b-tch then cement ya ankles
cuz i got a rep for takin’ no sh-t, b-tch
a serial killa somethin you can’t f-ck 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 c-m in they -ss, laugh and skip town
“no way cuz the game’s here” so many disputes
b-tch 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 m-th-f-ckin’ sh-t before i kill ‘i’m!
[chorus]
[ganksta nip]
f-ck 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, b-tch
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, b-tch 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, f-ck i’ma dis you
a uzi in my hand, yo’ family gon’ miss you
i ain’t the one to be f-cked wit
9mm holopoint cappin’ yo’ -ss, b-tch
that crooked cop, he must think that i’m soft
i might start by shootin’ up his m-th-f-ckin’ house
got a kilo in my trunk wit sum lead
mac-10 infrared scope aimed at a cop’s head
n-gg-z geekin’ and kidz geekin’ too
; just say no;, b-tch f-ck you!
the godfather, i’m alwayz scopin’
got them b-tches in my bed wit their p-ssy wide open
a n-gg- snitched, he f-cked 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 n-gg- who owe me money, and didn’t pay
he heard my voice so he bailed down the street
cuz he know his -ss finna’ get beat
over the head wit tha lead of a gun, teach ‘i’m don’t run
that’s the way a n-gg- be slangin up in houston
yo, nip, grab the pipe, get yo’ bat and tha gat
watch his guts splat, f-ck and that’s that
keep my finga on the trigga steady watchin’ my stash cash
gotta move fast cuz cops be watchin’ my black -ss
see i ain’t got a pity over anotha brotha
i’ll kill yo’ b-tch -ss and i’m serious than a m-th-f-cka.
[ganksta nip]
dope! (what up?) get the m-th-f-ckin’ scope
(got it! ) don’t stop shootin’, till twenty n-gg-z croak
takin’ no sh-t while i’m slangin’
gank me, they’ll find yo’ m-th-f-ckin’ 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, f-ck it, call the meatwagon
you’ll die f-ckin’ wit my dope
like that n-gg- they found dead bleedin’ wit his neck broke
slangin’ caine ya can never fail
but me and dope-e see yo’ -ss in h-ll, b-tch!
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