Pure Dope, No Cut

Creeping in a 'Lac scooped out for the streets This is how a nigga rolls, selling quarter kis Draped up in gold, Mister Man's living his life right Pushing zones by the dozens of that white hype Check it. Yo, drugs by the pound, [?] to fill a room Mister Man got it going on, bumping Ice Cube Then Miss Elaine crossed the front street But Mister Man ain't paid no mind; he's on his way up to the dump street He got his workers on a time slot And Mister Man don't take no shorts So all them workers fight to sell them rocks Serving up a storm, they got the block sewed It's like a city under siege, burning up a [?] But not the city under siege that the laws run The city under siege where the niggas run the outcome Ain't nothing popping but a comeup for the whole crew Here comes Elaine with the 40oz. of cold brew Ya hide your lip in Mister Man "Yo, what's up, black?" But Mister Man wasn't going for none of that Huh, yo where's my money at that you stole, bitch Ya best to give it up or catch a dose of this nine grip "Yo, Mister Man, why you tripping?" Mister Man ain't tripping, but ay I want my money or catch a ass whooping Bitch, what the fuck you think that I work for? My money, so give my shit up smooth, or push on, ho Cause I'mma make this one a mandatory I gave you work, and now you're coming back to me singing them sad stories You must be smoking on the shit, [?] But I'm a G to the game. Mister Man, pure dope, no cut Due to his age, Mister Man's growing old to the dope game, huh So pass the title down to your offspring Your baby boy can hold his weight, pops All he needs is trust and a little bit of ammo for them stageouts Cause niggas gonna check him like a G Put him to the test, and if he fails, then he's a wannabe But baby boy peeped the game smooth Learning from his pops, baby boy's coming up cool With six down, four to go, pushing up on ten, baby boy felt the nerve to buy a ELCO Scooped out, sitting couped Three-wheel motion for the 'draulics plus a plushed out sunroof But in the midst, he caught a short stop At 2: 15, he lost his pops to some [?] shots And baby boy took it hard, too He wants to know who pulled the trigger and the spot that they was going to Go to Saint Paul, yeah A city of money-making niggas breaking niggas off He's in the mix, and it ain't nothing nice I think that daddy's only son should think about it twice Yeah, now tell me how it is, kid It's best to walk away than be a memory like your daddy is Cause I'mma tell you how it comes Your daddy played the game, so take the good with the bad, son I know it hurt to lose your pops But pops knew first that time was shady on his time clock That's why he gave it up to you And pops moved on, so it's time for you to handle your business, duke So suck it up, and handle shit right Cause daddy laid the path, so you gotta give the path light And be aggressive when you step, tote your gat with ya Cause niggas they gon' wanna start some static with ya Just play the game how the game goes And be for real, cause you could be the next with your eyes closed