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This nigga just bought machine guns
And he brought them in my

Glittered out, face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion, out room service
It bugged 'cause the waiter looked nervous
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights at the kid

What I do, duck, Rae up in the shower
Son don't know that real
Coming like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down, like Santa
If I just reach my hammer

He two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot the sun was at
he was blinded by the ice
That's Rae ran out of the back
on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap

Yo, the fuck happened?
It was a set up to get wet up
Starks bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my leather up
Ten G's down the
Yo up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son, fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, kicks is near the light switch

Just me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices
The hit quick
Hit the jack, six

Put the phone stupid
Wipe off prints

Rae ran hysterically, on soap
on his back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have shit

Singing on some Martin, my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's we heard the door knock
Everything all right? son, balloons popped
this dude under the bed

A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing
Had in juice up on his wedding day
The phone off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me
What you sweaty, lima beans and kidney

Trashed the beeper, slowly I for the reefer
a Costa, peep, oh son the house keeper
Soap suds dripping his nuts, cut up gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in
We niggas, thugs in a computer
up in the grimy shit
Finding two days a murder and we got to make this flight shit

It was a Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
A Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, in a computer

Ayo, the pressures on, got murk, it's time to move fast
Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the flash
Flew out the next day, back to the estates
on the first class flight to L.A.

It ain't take long, I a few strings on the horn
So were it came
That nigga we and took the caine from
We should have killed him we had him

Yo I was holding a
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out
She move his cargo, good at handling

We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it
He should have me coming, running out the shower gunning
Now that I it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, like my favorite song

Dawned on me later on, by then the day was
How dare this nigga even think that he take us on
Smoke the Cee
Sent the through the Pens

Him and big Dan
Known to split wigs, with razor sharp
Giants from Attica riots, halls is
CO's babies on their arms look tight

And this nigga from down state got up north
young fella, running his lips on how he set it off
Then heard that shit, plus got that
got murdered in his bunk that night

Fuck it, a Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and we got to this flight shit

It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in
We laptop niggas, in a computer
A Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer