This nigga just bought machine guns And he them in my crib
Glittered out, face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the fashion, ordered out room service It looked bugged the waiter looked nervous Lift off the lid, seen two shiny aimed at the kid
I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that real Coming looking he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, like Santa If I could reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played Ran to the spot the sun was at he was blinded by the ice That's Rae ran out of the back Towel on, on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the happened? It was a set up to get wet up Starks bleeding
Nah, his blood my white leather up Ten G's down the Yo up, we got to get him up Get the son, let's fix him up Lock the door, the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch
Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my The hit quick Hit the jack, six
Put the phone stupid off your prints
Rae ran hysterically, slipped on Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's We got three minutes, seen shit Somebody might have heard
Singing on some Martin, were my momma shit Fuck your socks, when we heard the door knock Everything all right? Partying son, popped Threw dude under the bed
A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing Had money in juice up on his day The phone rang off, the tea blew, wifey hitting me What you want sweaty, lima beans and
Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the Throw a Costa, peep, oh son the keeper Soap suds from his nuts, cut up gut Praying how me it out the telly and touch
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in We laptop niggas, thugs in a Caught up in the shit Finding two days a murder and we got to make this flight shit
It was a Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a A Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a
Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk, it's to move fast Ayo, it's on, check out the news flash Flew out the next day, back to the estates Blew on the first flight to L.A.
It ain't long, I pulled a few strings on the horn So were it came That we stuck and took the caine from We should killed him when we had him
Yo I was a Magnum Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the His bad little ho, from out Chicago She move his cargo, good at Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have it coming He should have me coming, running out the shower gunning Now I figured it, she put the waiter on It all came to me, in back of my mind, just my favorite song
Dawned on me on, by then the day was gone How dare nigga even think that he could take us on Smoke the Cee the kite through the Pens
Him and big Dan Known to split wigs, with razor gems Giants from riots, halls is quiet CO's with babies on arms look tight
And this nigga from down got shipped up north young fella, running his lips on how he set it off Then heard that shit, plus got kite Money got in his bunk that night
Fuck it, a Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a up in the grimy shit Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this shit
It was a Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, in a computer A Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We niggas, thugs in a computer