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Intro/Outro: 2X

Foul cats up the setup
Tryin to me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, up
the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit from 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 ripped his vest up, son is up
and blessed up; call my up -- it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to up
and their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
Actin up, hit my man up
Never again will he up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, the van up
These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these times cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where them be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around the chrome gat
This know where the nigga home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone
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 usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for
We hit the pickin up clues and
we on the heels of this shoes and
out the blue when, we see the the nigga screwin
Pushin his with the ice cuban
her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
to nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get your whole surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, we don't want you
we want man, you understand?
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the got
keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
I'm not lying," the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my niggaz
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live flights up
He buck, but I ain't givin a fuck
Grab his up, make the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, the door up, and put the stunt in front
we all started creepin, he stretched out
up on the sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there
just peepin, about to get laced
My nigga Ty 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, black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and the room
to heat that, and came right back, yo the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle
Went from being to mad 'tane
Less than a nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The
His was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
with the chrome and, left her on the floor
Cocked back, I had to this, know my stee'
we no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises