Pure Dope, No Cut by DMG
Pure Dope, No Cut by DMG

Pure Dope, No Cut

DMG * Track #5 On Rigormortiz

Pure Dope, No Cut Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Creeping in a 'Lac scooped out for the streets
This is how a nigga rolls, selling quarter ki's
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, loot 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 cold
But not the city under siege that the laws run
The city under siege where the niggas run the outcome
Ain't nothing poppin' but a come up 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 goin' 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 trippin'?"
Mister Man ain't trippin', 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'ma make this one a mandatory
I gave you work, and now you're coming back to me singin' them sob stories
You must be smoking on the shit, junk
But I'm a G to the game. Mister Man, pure dope, no cut

[Interlude]
Yeah, g to the game pure dope no cut

[Verse 2]
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, fo' to go, pushin' 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 buckshots
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 nothin' 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'ma tell you how it comes
Your daddy played the game, so take the good with the bad, son
I know it hurts 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 now 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

[Outro]
Yo D bust this shit up
What's up nigga?
Pure dope no cut
Uh
Yeah
G to the game, pure dope, no cut

Pure Dope, No Cut Q&A

When did DMG release Pure Dope, No Cut?

DMG released Pure Dope, No Cut on Tue Jul 27 1993.

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