[featuring dope e]
(2x) chorus: gotta get out of the game i gotta get out of the game
i gotta get out of the game of 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.
verse 1/ganksta n i p
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 me
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 in jail too many times,
can't get legit jobs so i swing to get mines,
i'm in it to win it, if ya gank me i get ya,
and two weeks later they find ya floatin' in a baju(?),
yo' family, they're cryin', awwh it's too bad,
you've been laid in muddy water, eatin bichloride,
this posse found out it was me so now they're after me,
a bunch of pussies, they offend to fuck wit me,
cuz then i'll have to shoot 'em, the splatter fleshes drama,
do it mafia style and kill all these fuckin' mamas,
king of the kingpins collectin' a payroll,
you fuck me and i shoot ya, this is meant for ya ankles,
cuz i got a rep for takin' no shit, bitch,
a serial killa some ya 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 'im when he down,
that's why i come in their ass, laugh is kept down,
"no way cuz the game's here" so many dispute,
bitch get out my face, i'll pull yo' hand by yo' ruche,
yo' boyfriend owe me money, if ya love 'im betta tell it,
i wants my muthafuckin' shit before i kill 'im!
(2x) chorus
verse 2/ganksta n-i-p
buggin' out, my reputation astound,
if my money ain't legit, yo' mama's heart gets ripped out,
ya wanna gank me but ya ain't slick,
"come short one rock?", oh man naw, ya fiend to 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 yo' grandkids,
cops try to control me,
it takes 852 jail cells to hold me,
dis nip? oh, fuck i'ma dis ya,
a uzi in my hand, yo' family gon' miss ya,
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.
(2x) chorus
verse 3
dope-e:
creepin' down the street there wit no caine just the other day,
there go that nigga who owe me money, i yell "hey!",
he heard my voice so he bailed down the street,
cuz he know his ass is fiend to get beat,
over the head wit a lead of a gun, teach 'im don't run,
that's the way a nigga be sluggin' overused,
hey yo, nip, grab the pipe, get yo' back and a gat,
watch his guts splat, fuck it and that's that,
keep my finga on a 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 n-i-p:
dope! (whatta?) get the muthafuckin' scope,
(got it!) don't stop shootin', the twenty niggaz crawl,
takin' no shit while i'm slangin',
gank me, they'll find yo' muthafuckin' lil' girl's throat hangin',
drugs related killings, cops don't bother,
16 die 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!