D'wayne Wiggins

D'wayne Wiggins - Dope Game lyrics

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(feat. Mac Mall)



[D'Wayne: talking]

Mac Mall, and me, D, once again

I'ma send this one out nationwide, representin the bay

To all the ballas, all them ghetto stars

All the turfs and tracks and sets



[D]

Daddy was a hustler, uncle was a dealer

What was I supposed to be?

When everyone around me, is always makin money

Faster than ya eyes could see

Now you're actin funny, no more church on Sunday

At night you pray

Standin on the corner, bound to be a goner

And this is how it's gonna be



[Hook x4: D]

In the dope game, dope game

(Be a star in the)



[Mac Mall]

It's goin out to all the local D-boys and track stars

Hustlin youngstas runnin up to cars

I know it's hard

I was once forced to hustle, too, like you

Pushin hard to the week souls who choose the glass tool

Over life, love and loot

Waste it all in one poof

Chasin clouds a smoke but really runnin from the truth

I see mothers abandon kids to go on drug ????

And even when I was all in I wondered when it would all end

Same sucka who passed the law

Pick the dope and though I talk

He come jack me when I'm posted on my block

For all those who sell rocks

White girl ??? yola

See the enemy ain't competition, all them crooked rollas

Cause man the White House, got us strung out, thas real talk

It's hittin playas on them streets that we walk

I say the White House, got us strung out, thas real talk

It's hittin playas on them streets that we walk



[Hook]



[D]

Now I want you all to understand

Fly things we all can have

But don't get it twisted

That don't make a man

Because if you don't respect yourself

Then you won't respect nobody else

And you will see what happens

Mac Mall speak on it



[Mac Mall]

Nigga wake up, the revolution callin us

It's life or death so don't ya be tardy

I try to tell 'em learn the planet of illuminati

But mothafuckas in the hood just wanna be Gotti

And catch bodies

Sell dope foreva but never raise his kids

And think it's fly to pull some time in the pen

I try to tell him that that New World Order is near

But off that product, he can't think clear

Either know, or either don't care

Nigga think he free, still got the slave mentality

Smokin on the way out

Runnin from reality

Do you believe in the Holy Trinity

All the profit, Muhammed, and pray to the East

I doubt it, cause you don't even know who you be

Just anotha blind nigga in a jungle a concrete

Do you realize the original man

Instead you rather be a dealer, a killer, a gangsta for satin

But he ain't tryna hear me, nigga scared a the truth

He lust for loot, and never once pray to Jesus

The government put arms in my hood like Babe Ruth

Young niggas kill each other like it ain't shit else to do

In the dope game



[Hook: to fade]
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