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"Dope Game"
  by Nephew


Tha dope game is exactly wat itz name implies...a game
And to play tha game
You gotta have the brains
Both street and book smarts
But juz kno wen yo game start
You aint gon win...

Now ima break it down frum beginning to end
Wen you jump off in diz game tha odds iz already against ya
Tha feds and some of ya home boyz iz plottin to shit on ya
Juz cuz a nigga koo dont mean dat nigga real
Juz cuz you'll shoot dont mean dat nigga will
Juz cuz you wont dont mean dat nigga wont sqweal
Serious biz
Cuz dat nigga snitchin wen he get jammed by tha pigs
But you wont kno he told
And tha feds fa damn sho aint gon let ya kno
And now tha game is on
You cant tell but tha boyz done tapped ya phone
And you gotta new sting callin all day long
But dont git it wrong
Dat aint a crack head datz a undercover agent
He buyin balls and halfs takin it back to his fellow agents
Stackin dat dope and juz paitently waitin
Six months go past and you still on tha block
And dat same sting still commin, round tha clock
Now tha feds commin but not at a traffic stop
Dey knockin on tha door tellin you come wit us
Officer johnson in tha back brakin out tha handcuffs
Cant do shit now homie ya stuck
Dey takin you downtown to tha interiogation room
Askin if you kno bout sum dope bein sold
Juz like a nigga you lie and tell'em no
No need to say nuthin else no mo'
Dey bringin in undercover agent Smith
Turns out the crackhead wuz workin fa diz bitch
Aw shit
There go ya home boy now you kno he snitched
But itz koo cuz he gotta do
His time too
Damn dem boyz played both yall fa fools
You sold halfs to a U.C
But dey aint gittin you fa dat
Dey stacked
Dat crack
Fa six months
So fuck goin ta jail fa a half you goin fa a byrd
And ya lawyer juz want ya money he aint backin up ya word
Jury reached tha verdict
Diz nigga guilty
Dey send ya mans up state
And take yo ass ta tennessee
You sittin fa atleast 70 years fa drug charges and conspiriacy
And you only twenty three
Damn datz long ass tyme
You aint got no chance of parole...datz a long ass time
And trust me
Tha pen aint whur you wanna be
So ya better take it frum me and stay yo ass out tha game G
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Date Submitted: Nov 15, 2007 (12:11 AM)
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  glo
11/16/07 (03:33 AM) 
well you sum the game up , in to some beautiful well put together words and made a good poem 10 durrty

  the beautyofpa...
11/15/07 (02:21 AM) 
now this is some real stuff, you betta put these niggas on game, i like it tho,imma gon head and give 10 stars

  THA M-F GUY
11/15/07 (01:28 AM) 
shytt all dat cumz wit d-boy ambitions hott shytt bruh 10 stars

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