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

Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the
Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion, ordered out service
It looked bugged 'cause the waiter looked
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny aimed at the kid

What I do, duck, Rae up in the singing
Son know that it's real
Coming like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down, matching like
If I could just reach my

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

Yo, what the happened?
It was a set up to get wet up
your bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my white up
Ten G's the drain
Yo up, we got to get him up
Get the son, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is the light switch

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

Put down the phone
Wipe off your

Rae ran hysterically, slipped on
Landed on his back, his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen
Somebody have heard shit

Singing on Martin, were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's when we the door knock
Everything all right? Partying son, balloons
Threw this dude the bed

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

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

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a in Bermuda
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 Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
A Wesley 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
out the next day, back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first flight to L.A.

It ain't take long, I a few strings on the horn
So were it came
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 seen it
He should have seen me coming, running out the gunning
Now that I 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 this even think that he could take us on
the Cee Allah
Sent the kite through the

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

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

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

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