The Dayton Family - Hand That Rocks The Cradle lyrics

I'm down in this muthaf**kin dope game Cause the law can't f**k with me (Shoestring) I got the hand that rocks the cradle and makin em fatal while keepin my sh** real tight F**k it no doubt for f**kin around witches stick a Dolomite I'm quick for jackin yo cheese outta yo keys and spendin yo G's I'm gon smoke a?Z? gat and pull the trigga On the front a** page n***a Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's a** Get froze of O's, put em in my pocket, and dash, crash On the curve with?nerve? work, I whip it and dip it around Just like switches, b**hes, I'm jumpin and breakin it down Yo n***as packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os And yo muthaf**kin chest, b**h, I done k**ed your protection Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept steppin Out the muthaf**kin house, n***a b**h, and jumped in yo sh** But since you didn't, 13 hollow point b**h was pumped in yo sh** Betta watch yo a**, betta count yo cash, betta watch yo head from these slugs Get em up, and hit em up, I done lit em up, shaked and jacked em for d** Shoestring's a k**a on the for reala, I'll front you a O and a half Turn around and set yo body up and leave you stiff on that Ave. Don't try to cope, can't get with the dope, we get you for your riches I'm puttin stiches in b**hes, a** leaped in ditches You want this click then s** this dick because this n***a scandal I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll light the candle So if you ever wanna buck, n***a put it up You got that toothpaste in yo safe and I'm a hit it up I got my finger on the trigga and it makes me fatal Shoestring's a pimp, get off my dick, b**h, I got the hand that rock the cradle Chorus (2X): I'm down in this muthaf**kin dope game (It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy dope n***a) And the law can't f**k with me (It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope n***a) (Bootleg) I got the hand that rocks the cradle my blows are fatal just like internal bleedin Run into the law from the c**aine keeps an***a speedin Always on the bind on the grind for the 9-6 Gotta get my hustle on, came to n***a stiff b**h I'm to swift, stalkin with my big black boots High on oop, with a MAC-11 ready to jack you for loot Ain't you so cute, standin in the presence and essence of k**as A local bred tryin to f**k with thoroughbred n***as No disrespect, betta grab yo tech before you swing my way I put the comma in drama, pack heat like sunny days Six million ways to die, let's try every one She was raped and brutally beaten, murdered my job done Now who got the flame, that comes a dime a dozen I co*k this 44 back, blow out yo sh**, couldn't catch yo cousin Cause if you owe me money, ain't sh** funny when I catch you up When I bust this tech, you'll think a supersoaker wet you up The flames of hell is in my eyes, k**in n***as by surprise If you cross my path, bloodbath you b**hes gotta die Go ahead??? with that moss, finally get tossed in the f**kin river Sometimes they shiver, from the pain and pressure I deliver Hold the hand of a gangsta as we fly through the bluest skies Swim through the bluest seas, family of k**a G's Don't f**k with me n***a, I be yo local a**a**inator A cop got mo digits than you can hold in a calculator My finger's on the trigga, and that makes me fatal Bootleg's a pimp, get off my dick, b**h, I got the hand that rocks the cradle Chorus (2X) It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who The diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew With some dope a** sh** from the mind of a ganka Straight up beat ya down and watch my n***as out think ya It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who The diddy diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew With some dope a** sh** from the mind of a ganka Straight up beat ya down and watch my n***as out think ya Chorus (2X)