[Chorus: C-Ray]
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Verse 1: Kamikazi]
Got the habit that's highly addictive
And my penmanship says I'm restricted
Selective with those that I spit with
Anything less, then I guess become victims
Sleep till the track smack with the bumper-clot
Take it he better come right back
They ain't ready for the Brainsick shit like that
Till you get up in your veins when you lit like crack
Underground, pap pap​​​​​​​​
You can never match the hit
On another level we master this
Ain't too many following that, they'd rather kill 'em to capture
I might be the villain if I could send 'em when disaster hits
With no warnin', C-Ray come look at these dudes
They strung out from cookin' up tunes
We murder part 2's like it's nothin'
Burn 'em up 'cause they bluffing, we looking for something to do
Just might be you, peering a cut, here's a line you can do
Tune up the monster, and vibe with the mood
And if you survive the night
All the hype, searching for more underground music
Don't look confused
Highly explosive and you lit the fuse
Made it my type and the word I pursue
I stay in motion and soak up the fruit of my labor
The flavor they savor's the truth
Time to distribute, hit all of these venues, give rappers the noose
Wack rappers useless
Get off this record, come back with some new shit
Cut 'em no slack and see what that produces
Man, I don't need no institution, work that I'm choosin'
Makes me feel I can do anything, everything into this music
Here, homie, use it
[Chorus: C. Ray]
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Verse 2: C-Mob]
You know that I get on a track and I spill guts
Now roll that dolla' bill up and feel this real stuff
Then you will be addicted to the sickness of my rhymes
To another lane you will be drifted when you're lifted off my lines
Loving the high you get when you buy my shit
And I insist it's daily, with the pen and the pad, I'm in the lab
This scientist is crazy, a madman (lunatic) dope in the booth I've tooted it
Running up on these rappers, skin 'em alive, and make a suit of it
Doing it for the love of it
So hot, you'll need a oven mitt
As soon as I give 'em a cut they get sniffin' it up and they want another hit
Me and the supervillains got more keys than on accordions
Collectively, we're moving more coke than John DeLorean
With this dope game, we give 'em this cocaine
They doin' more lines than if it was Soul Train
And they're feeling no pain, they're bobbing their head
And they love how the flow change
They say that I'm so strange
And I'm full of propane
Because it is a supervillain ability to be able to throw flames
[Chorus: C-Ray & Bleezo]
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game (dope game)
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day (all day)
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game (dope game)
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day (all day)
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Verse 3: Bleezo]
Hey, Knock on me
Catch a n***a deeper than the tri-four deep
With a block phone he
Get the rock fo' cheap
Pick and cock-chrome heat, you did not want beef
Overdosin' with the cocaine
Post up on the corner with the whole thing
Watch the money grow, no Rogaine
Got the bitches fiendin' for the D, call it "Dope Game"
Quit runnin' like your wish is on the rise
For a limited time, you can get it for the low
Bitches on my line, 'cause I'm rippin' n***a's rhymes
And I get up in they mind, like a little bit of blow
[Hund'ed fo]
'Cause I spit the crystalline tropane alkaloid
Oh, triple beam, mix it with the cocaine, Novocain
Now the ho's can't live without your boy
When I reach my boilin' point, it's a 1-8-7
Problematic packer, automatic to slaughter maggots
Your boys running quick for the gunplay havin'
I see motherfuckers
24 inch rims when I pull up in that Benz, motherfucker
Goin' hard for the ends, motherfucker
I been out here all day, where you been motherfucker
Creepin' like thief a in the night, you can beam it in white
Increasin' your price, what you need in your life
On a devious type, take flight, leavin' motherfuckers sleep with the right
I'm a beast with the mic
Little n***a get the beats are the type
I'mma gas it up and murk it
Keying off a blunt, Ps in the trunk
Like my n***a T Nutty nut, bitches sack it up and serve it
Yeah
[Chorus: C. Ray]
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Verse 4: King-ISO]
Spit, my n***a
And that's on mommas
Ridin' 'round the city with a red bandana
We rockin' that ball
That's Hannah Montana
I can't feel my face like Juelz Santana
I feel like Megazord, I be armed with the hammers
Work so good, make a bitch say "Can I?"
Bubblin' like a needle with the trouble, n***a, and I
Dive in the warfare lookin' like Santa
I spit it hella wicked, n***a let's-let's rock
Fucking with the brain, N***a
Might get shot
You don't make sense like a timeless watch
N***a, I get hot like a Pyrex pot (Wooh!)
N***a, I'm the brainsick fucking David Ruffin
I'm on the stove and all you lame n***as is makin' muffins
Shaving the onion
Raw with the work
My work so good, make you call into work
And then do a bullet
N***a can't fuck wit' me
N***a hit me, 150
Eight ball in the work
Aguilera, n***a, no Christina
Coca leaves got my dopamine up
You're more like jelly
Don't work with Pepsi
That Coca-Cola
That cocaína
Fuckin' with a killa in the danger zone
Keep a 9 Millimeter, ready to shave yo' dome
Brain-Brain muthafucka, when your brain get gone
And I keep the streets tripped with no safety on
If rap don't work, and I stay at home
Or the day a n***a see that my fame is gone
I be bustin' on the block all day with chrome
Selling dummy, man, like Krayzie Bone
Brain

[Chorus: C. Ray]
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine
Yeah, We at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Verse 5: Redro Killson]
N***a I’m Johnny Coltrane
I am so changed
But I'm David Buffet and I turn to reload the blow man
No cut in minds
Got spit in my lines
Feeling like I'm supreme
Pushing nothing but white bits
I'm the shit and don't you ever try to stop it
Overdosing on this yaddy
Is gon' turn me to a chopper
I'm gon' die in the name of the Brain
I'm been insane
Keep my face all numb
I'mma buck her face till her face don't come
Free base happy till there ain't no drug
Who you know sniff coke better than me?
I'm medicating this bitch but ain't no heartbeat in my team
You n***as die for the fame
All my n***as cooking up dreams
Smoking rocks, big game
Fish scale when my shit bang

[Bridge: Redro Killson & C-Ray]
Yeah, we at 'em with this cocaine
I'm in traffic turning racks into this cocaine
Turn that Whitney into crack and now they dope fiends
At em with this spittin'
I’m delivering this Cocaine

[Chorus: C-Ray]
Yeah, we at 'em with this dope game
Catch us in the trap, we cookin' all day
I turn on the track and I feel no pain
At 'em with this spittin'
Got 'em sniffing up this cocaine

[Bridge: Redro Killson & C-Ray]
Yeah, we at 'em with this cocaine
I'm in traffic turning racks into this cocaine
Turn that Whitney into crack and now they dope fiends
At em with this spittin'
I’m delivering this Cocaine