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Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
cd's threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows up
Shorty givin me head clogged up
Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga here probably doin the same
>From the front back seat
Stashed in the compartment
we keep the heat
Shorty try to me
I'm "I don't kiss
dont take it personal yo ass this
but it's all good you could still my shit"
She star-struck bitch just wantin to
me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my till I can't even bust
She my shit I had no more nuts
it's time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while I I'm on a date
But I the philly and I counted my bread
She "One more time" and she grabbed my head
I'm like "Wow she spittin on it on it"
Actin like she never had it like she wanted
I heard a knock on the said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say "Don't and give it up"
At point I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah just shot his ass
Broken window I got blood on my glass
Get the car open gat in my hand
Still lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I see through the tints
Ah it I'll say that it was self defense
But the bitch started raisin hell-in
I probably gotta or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes blood on my glock
But just shot a black man
Fourty one
He had no gat I got murder
think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and
I told her to chill before we get a
My hand over her mouth I her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a
to death wishin I left
The in the crib but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she sick stop
I gotta cat crib in
My little he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted Most
All of my phones is now God
Yo even my
Me and shout for sure
Now we gang bangin yo arc the
I letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I what it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? KKK"
My is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all over the for hittin the cop
But I'm poppin partyin with John Chalkin
He said "Before we we need a meal"
I need to get up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I give a fuck though
yo the cop asked for it plus a got dough"
The same bitch I was with I'm still wit
Heyyo I felt her neck and I her tits
the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered quick feeling real sick
I to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me
"I was in this all along Popy"
Police got one and my Moms got the copy
I got bagged up for a bad
I guess it's over now got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot man
I hope one of got to fuckin Attica
The one go to Constalk
The other one go to
And the one go to Sing-Sing
And ya'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya'll assholes
the fuckin NYPD