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Intro/Outro: 2X

Foul cats up the setup
to leave me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, up
Call the coroners to they bed up
Infrared from neck up
they got to lit the tec up

[Kool G
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his up
The hollow tips his vest up, son is messed up
and up; call my cast up -- it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to up
and fuck their nest up, the is Hennessey to sessed up
up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
the masks, pull the van up
These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small cats
Yo that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? Where live at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk with the chrome gat
hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
Well a quarter baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started
Up the and avenues-n, I'm short fusin
and two biscuit mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit the strip up clues and
we on the of this nigga shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the screwin
Pushin his whip the ice cuban
her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this nig's beefs, bitch named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you talk
Or get your whole surrounded, with white chalk
the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
we want your man, you
The hoe said, "Please, I got his keys, the nigga got
five keys and mad cheese, a G's"
Lie to me bitch you one of these
C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
I'm not lying," the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my flying
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live flights up
He type buck, but I ain't a fuck
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go in case
the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in
Then we all started creepin, he out
up on the sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there
peepin, money's about to get laced
My Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan to blaze the place; he on his way
to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big
Me and my two sons, he he was done
You hurt a one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the of heroin at?
I'm bout to cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and the room
to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle
Went from restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga zonin
His mouth foamin, like he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was for the phone and, I had to smack her
with the chrome and, left her on the moanin
back, I had to finish this, know my stee'
we leave no witnesses, and got the fuck out the premises