Dope Game 2000

My whole crew's just like dope, I stay with it

Let the Blaze split it, hit the block and get paid with it

We ship and distribute it, from state to state

Light Peruvian weight, compressed in the tailgate

Soon as I touch the track, the track get raped

Cause fire bitch, everybody's got the same tapes

As I escalate, to the top of the ladder

Hit the sweet it's been heat, that'll shine on your bladder

It's the dope game, verbal cocaine

Making mics rain, like a bucket of propane

Rap game John Wayne, I said it befo'

Mouth piece ice cold, bout a twenty below

For niggaz that don't know, I'm on top of my shit

Plots and road blocks, ain't stopping the pit

Dope Game two thee, got me living legit

Taking haters off of the mix, uh uh

Dope Game two thee

Here it go with Big Po-Yo, losing game that's a no-no

FED's got raw footage, watching us in slow-mo

Jealous be the logo, for all the streets wit promos

Posters and snippets, like bricks we flip it

Car from Yellowstone, on a cellular telephone

A politician, bout life decisions

Go hard like hammers, vision wearing baggies

Playing the game down in Texas, like the Aggies

Intent to deliver, like a snake when I slither

Put a broad taking my shit, and then give her

Shader your liver, counting bricks throw you in the river

Basement Hardest Pit, or spin a verse with Tigger

So how you figga, Chevis ain't on the rise

More got enterprise, with more than a thousand pies

Dope Game two G, we at the Source Awards

Platinum placks on the walls, making the billboard

Watch out cause niggaz fold, when I bleed the mic

Drag your ass out your shoes, if you ain't laced your Nike's

You niggaz is boochie types, may-hap's and flip-flops

My team rock ice, and roll Bentley hard tops

Mo' cream than thirty one flavas, Calione the mayor

With Godfather and Po-Yo, original Southside playas

Respect the stamp, cause we mob like steam rollers

Laf. Tex hit your cut, with henchmens and flash rollers

We beam holders, playing this 2000 dope game

Malicious and vicious, ejecting CC's to your fame

We switching lanes, with spiders on the flo'

Bitch this Mike D, signing off on you hoes