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Hey yo the old G
Yo my shit
cd's threw on Nas shit
Yo in the yo the windows clogged up
givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every probably here probably doin the same
>From the front back seat
in the glove compartment
Where we the heat
try to kiss me
I'm "I don't kiss
take it personal yo some ass this
but all good you could still suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch just wantin to
me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my dick till I even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more
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 said "One more time" and she grabbed my
I'm like "Wow she on it gettin on it"
like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a knock on the window "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped up
Heard a nigga say "Don't and give it up"
At this point I'm turn around and I look
BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my
Get the car door gat in my hand
soapin lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the
Ah fuck it say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin
I probably gotta or two to see tellin
But yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my pig's blood on my glock
But they shot a black man
one times
He had no gat I got murder
Whatchoo 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 over her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a
to death wishin I left
The heat in the but I didn't it was all red
The bitch sayin she sick stop
I gotta cat crib in
My cousin he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic right just hold me aight?"
I'm on Wanted Most
All of my is tapped now God
Yo my cellular
Me and shout for sure
Now we gang bangin yo arc the
I gotta letter from the the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I 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 need to get myself up and he can make a
I said "Fuck no I dont a fuck though
yo the cop asked for it plus a got dough"
The same bitch I was with I'm still wit
I felt her neck and I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch then I heard a gat fired
real quick feeling real sick
I fell to the hancuffed the bitch got me
"I was in this all along Popy"
got one and my Moms got the other copy
I got up for a bad suck
I guess it's now nigga got bad luck

Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that that man
I one of ya'll got to fuckin Attica
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
the fuckin NYPD