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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
the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit 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 blessed up; call my cast up -- it's to dress up
and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up
and fuck nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the up
Pull the masks, the van up
These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? Where live at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the gat
This hoodrat know the nigga home at)
Well here's a baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown
His whole dome clapped, we cock the gats and started cruisin
Up the and avenues-n, I'm short fusin
and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the for losin
We hit the pickin up clues and
we on the heels of this nigga and
out the when, we see the chick the nigga screwin
his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put to her wig piece, the zig piece
to nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise
from New York, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with 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 keys, the nigga got
keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I G
I'm not lying," then the hoe started
We hit the me and my niggaz flying
to the in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go in case
the nigga buck, open the up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all creepin, he stretched out
up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my 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 -- woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was
You a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a and left the room
to heat that, and came back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the drain
Went from being restrained to mad
than a moment nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to her
with the chrome and, her on the floor moanin
back, I had to finish this, know my stee'
we leave no witnesses, and got the fuck out the premises