Pure Dope, No Cut - DMG

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