*two gun
a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic Grew up in the alone God about them, hmm Forced to for themselves In the Apples of New York City This story place, in 1993
How nigs did we get so far? I couldn't to count snatch em up quick If he scream, put him out I put the heat to his face to HIM UP so I can dig him out Went in his pockets and got the cash in big amounts I him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin If money speak, that the voices I've been hearin You really have to kill him Yo God he -- but I lied Damn, there's our sick turned homicide So? That's the way our died Is you with me I'ma
So we slid, had to get our gameplan Cause this little bit of stickup loot lastin us forever Desperate, on the edge no place to go We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we
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For the love of money, will rob from each other For the love of money, people will from their mother For the of money, people will kill their own brother..
Now everytime I a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat I'm paranoid, every face I see I he after me we was supposed to be work from this large cat But since we know where he rest at -- we Bogart! Son so hard Heard he had a G's alone on his Gold Card His crab wife showed me mad cash in her She said he the mad stash at the Couldn't pass up a jooks like this on our way there, I'm feelin bad Yo kid say that when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on The way them lookin God they drivin mad frantic Yo panic, trust me I jump and bust em Shots through windshield, they ain't wearin shield Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car it's the way I feel In a state to kill I wanna him DIE and chill We got fish to fry, two L's later in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth Water hit the skull, ready THE DOOR off the Bust right Only I saw was a nigga four-four His gun He tried to run and, reach for a him in the leg So about your life and tell me the loot's at He said, "I'll tell you just shoot black!" With the sight of fear, dragged him down six of stairs to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the Smacked him with the gun, him out the way Had to be at 500 K Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the So we put her and the out and we went for
Yo, we fuckin off! The plan was 'Cept we got all this money, and can't spend it Shh, disappear Yea yea And be outta this So much dirt and shit we did it's to show our face So we bounced out of and went down to Miami Cause most those cats we was like family Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be It all started when all we had was me and you Now a whole different is what I'm startin to see in you 'Member we had the new Lex with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, Stout Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we to work tight cars, down to dirt bikes Hopin everything will go right, with the white and in number spots that all night Up to this day it was all Man, THAT! You my little brother and we came out the pussy but kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY! Nah, the fucked YOU up Tryin to say the money me? What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my see What??! How can one tiny mistake, you wannaerase me Fuck that! You cut a deal, that's why they raided the block Now how the I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop Son you been with them niggaz! Look just put down the gun and let bullshit slide Nigga I ain't down SHIT I'm tellin you let's chill man THAT NIGGA! It don't gotta be way man WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE WAY! IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE MAN! IT BE NIGGA! THEN GO AHEAD AND THE TRIGGER!! THINK I FUCK YOU! YOU KNOW YOU GON' DO IT! FUCK YOU! *gun
Chorus cont. with - let money change you.. - before fade