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Take what you want, tie they a** up 
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope 
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope 
Bring it back all white
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
know it's part of the green bags
Visualize the shepherd and the green jets
Wait until I get on the haters is gonna hate it
And miss young Chris
chair
Cocaine, propane
I'm a living degenerate of the dope game
Relate to it, though you thought you probably couldn't
Put a face to the opposite
[Chorus]
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta
[Syke talking]
Yeah, this goes out,
To all my little shorties, my nephews,
My lil homeboy's kids
My big homeboy's kids,
And uh, my neutral son Chris
A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes
Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose
Opposing laws in this game so I can stay on top, by
the dope game
or the rap game
or what situation
your in my friend
there is no such thing as a fuckin friend
maybe you out to get them secretly
they out
there's a date you gotta sell it by
Otherwise it just expires and spoils
And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot
'Cause the fire boils
can hate all you wanna hate
I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talking to you
You's a lame you's a shame to the game
I say it you know what ya
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
[Chorus]
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta
in the game I survived every shot
Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality
Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let
Some don't understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
Built in the game, foundated since '74
Its
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? 
Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
forget what goes up gotta come down

(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change 
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
I told you nigga, she comin through
(Yo, what's up,what you talkin about?)
She gonna do all of us, I mean one by one
(I mean look, everybody?)
Now
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said