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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