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Intro/Outro: 2X

Foul scheamin up the setup
Tryin to me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, up
Call the coroners to make bed up
Infrared shit from up
Before got to lit the tec up

[Kool G
It was a setup, my got hit, they blew his chest up
The hollow tips his vest up, son is messed up
and blessed up; call my cast up -- it's to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to up
and fuck 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
the masks, pull the van up
These niggaz to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, them niggaz 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)
Well a quarter baby, go and phone that
motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short
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 when, we see the chick the nigga screwin
Pushin his with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this beefs, this bitch named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't you
we your man, you understand?
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the got
five and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me you gettin one of these
C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
I'm not lying," then the hoe started
We hit the me and my niggaz flying
to the crib in Heights, the nigga live three flights up
He buck, but I ain't givin a fuck
Grab his bitch up, the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all creepin, he stretched out
up on the sofa sleepin, me and my cats standin there
peepin, money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty threw a of whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the he on his way
to Amazing -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was
You hurt a one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat motherfuckin railroad tracks
We the whole bag inside a spoon and left 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 restrained to mad 'tane
Less a moment nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, like he posessed by The Omen
His was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
Cocked back, I had to finish this, my stee'
we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the