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Hand That Rocks the Cradle Lyrics

I got the hand that rocks the cradle, and makin em fatal, while
keepin my
s*** real tight
f*** it, no doubt, for f***** 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****
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******, I'm jumpin and breakin it down
Yo n***** packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets than 6 Os
And yo m****f***in chest, b****, I done killed your protection
b***** mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept steppin
Out the m****f***in house, n**** b****, and jumped in yo s***
But since you didn't, 13 hollow point b**** was pumped in yo
s***
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 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 b******, a** leaped in ditches
You want this click then suck this d*** because this n****
scandal
I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll light the candle
So if you ever wanna buck, n**** 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 d***, b****, I got the hand that
rock the
cradle
Chorus (2X): I'm down in this m****f***in dope game
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy
dope n****)
And the law can't f*** with me
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope
n****)

[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 n**** stiff
b**** 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 f*** with thoroughbred n*****
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 c*** this 44 back, blow out yo s***, couldn't catch yo cousin
Cause if you owe me money, ain't s*** 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 n***** by surprise
If you cross my path, bloodbath you b****** gotta die
Go ahead ??? with that moss, finally get tossed in the f*****
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 f*** with me n****, I be yo local a**assinator
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 d***, b****, 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** s*** from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my n***** 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** s*** from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my n***** out think ya

Chorus (2X)
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F.B.I. (1996)
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