The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Lyrics - F.b.i. - Dayton Family

I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game 

Cause the law can't fuck with me 

[Shoestring] 

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] 

I got the hand that rocks the cradle my blows are fatal 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)