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Intro/Outro: 2X

cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to 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, blew his chest up
The hollow ripped his vest up, son is messed up
and up; call my cast up -- it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and up, ready to press up
and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to up
Actin up, hit my man up
again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, the van up
These tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where them be at?
Where they hang at? Where they at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
This hoodrat know where the home at)
here's a quarter baby, go and phone that
This bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm fusin
and two usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit the strip up clues and
we on the heels of nigga shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga
Pushin his whip with the ice
Hemmed her up sweet, put to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this beefs, this bitch named Charise
East New York, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in of the van, bitch we don't want you
we want your man, you
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the got
five keys and mad cheese, a G's"
Lie to me bitch you one of these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I 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 three flights up
He type buck, but I givin a fuck
Grab his up, make the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in
Then we all started creepin, he out
up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my standin there
just peepin, money's to get laced
My Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to the place; he on his way
to Amazing -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he he was done
You hurt a loved one, back about to let him have one
Yo that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a and left the room
to heat that, and right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad
Less a moment nigga started zonin
His foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the and, I had to smack her
with the chrome and, her on the floor moanin
back, I had to finish this, know my stee'
we no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises