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

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