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This nigga just eleven machine guns
And he them in my crib

Glittered out, face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia is in the building
fashion, ordered out room service
It looked bugged the waiter looked nervous
off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid

What I do, duck, Rae up in the singing
Son don't know that it's
Coming looking like he about peel
In a tight jam, red down, matching like
If I could reach my hammer

He bust two shots, I mice
Ran to the were the sun was at
Quickly he was by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, on my lap

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

Nah, his blood fucked my white 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, turn the TV off, your is near the light switch

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

Put down the phone
off your prints

Rae ran hysterically, on soap
Landed on his back, with his gat, now dope
We got minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody have heard shit

Singing on some Martin, were my bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's we heard the door knock
Everything all Partying son, balloons popped
Threw dude under the bed

A half Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, hitting me
you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney

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

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

It was a Wesley Snipes on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
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, Deini on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the Tony
Blew on the class flight to L.A.

It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the
So were it from?
That nigga we stuck and the caine from
We have killed him when we had him

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

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

Dawned on me on, by then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even 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 Attica riots, halls is
CO's with babies on arms look tight

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

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, in a computer
Caught up in the grimy
Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this shit

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