The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family - Hand That Rocks The Cradle lyrics

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I got the hand that rocks the cradle, and makin em 
fatal, while
keepin my
shit real tight
Fuck it, no doubt, for fuckin 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 ass page nigga
Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's ass
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, bitches, I'm jumpin and breakin it 
down
Yo niggas packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os
And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, I done killed your 
protection
Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept 
steppin
Out the muthafuckin house, nigga bitch, and jumped in 
yo shit
But since you didn't, 13 hollow point bitch was pumped 
in yo
shit
Betta watch yo ass, 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 drugs
Shoestring's a killa 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 bitches, ass leaped in ditches
You want this click then suck this dick because this 
nigga
scandal
I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll light the 
candle
So if you ever wanna buck, nigga 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, bitch, I got the 
hand that
rock the
cradle

Chorus (2X): I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy
dope nigga)
And the law can't fuck with me
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope
nigga)

[Bootleg]
just
like internal
bleedin
Run into the law from the cocaine keeps anigga speedin
Always on the bind on the grind for the 9-6
Gotta get my hustle on, came to nigga stiff
Bitch 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 killas
A local bred tryin to fuck with thoroughbred niggas
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 cock this 44 back, blow out yo shit, couldn't catch 
yo cousin
Cause if you owe me money, ain't shit 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, killin niggas by 
surprise
If you cross my path, bloodbath you bitches gotta die
Go ahead ??? with that moss, finally get tossed in the 
fuckin
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 killa G's
Don't fuck with me nigga, I be yo local assassinator
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, bitch, 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 ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas 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 ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think 
ya

Chorus (2X)

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Language: English

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