In Da Game

**In Da Game** is a track off Memphis Rap group Three 6 Mafia's debut LP Mystic Stylez and features Playa Fly.

## Lyrics

[Hook]

Dope game cocaine

Dope game dope dope cocaine...

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

Dope game - my game, hoes lame - it's a shame

How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, mane

Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out

Looks are so decieving stupid bitch do you wanna f-izz-ind out

How can ya fuck a playa

Playahataz better listen close

If you try to buck me bitch

I'm outie with you fucking soul

Yes the devils daughter

Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip

Slip yo ass in a coffin bitch

Because you run your fuckin lip

Ho my game is thick

So stupid bitch dont ever test me ho

If I fucked up once

You fuck up twice

So ho you gotta go

Listen deep this pimpin

Really quick before I split your dome

Ho you trying to cross me in this game

And stupid ho its on

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Just a flodgin ass n----

With a lot of cheese

Heard he stackin g's

Everyday pushin plenty keys

N---- dont know me

Cause I ain't no phony

And I ain't the n---- you can whoop and call me Toby

Low key on his ass, waitin' for the night to come

So I can kick down his door and make him give me some

Bitch I with a little young n---- age thirteen

Fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean

Now that Im grown up

From the hood I gained nuts

N---- you gonna drop off that dope

Or feel the pain of a hollow tip

Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain

Thats what you get

When you choose to play the dope game

Bitch!

[Hook]

Dope game cocaine

Dope game dope dope cocaine...

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]

I'm at the cut, droppin' the fiend down with the monkey nuts

I'm tired, I'm hittin' 'em short I gotta get over I don't give a fuck

The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down and on the twelve I guess

But now its time cut the shit where's my mind at my best

I gotta test a n---- to see what he got can a fool

Make you straight a couple of g's, I need more cheese

I layin' it down on his face But don't waste time

I gotta roll straight through the shit sometimes I wonder will it end

Cause I rob for petty shit I'm riskin' my life pullin' yo card

After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight spot

I'm dodgin' the cops watchin' my b-izz-ag fools kinda like a snitch

But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that shit

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]

Check it out

N---- I'm kickin' in doos, bodies are froze

Bloody ya clothes, gun to ya nose

All of you n----- you really need to give up money and dope

Face the floor, forty-four, into ya head, droppin 'em dead

Infamous fled, put them to bed, with the weight, then escape

Count the stacks, shine my gat, after I jack like a rat on the creep

All you dopehead n----- will get put to sleep

When I sneak, give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium

You see this mean artilery you know it is containin' some

Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible

And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comotose

So when you pushin' candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you mane

Simple and plain, you'll get stanged, if you in the dope game, Bitch

[Hook]

Dope game cocaine

Dope game dope dope cocaine...