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

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

I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that real
Coming looking like he peel something
In a jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could reach my hammer

He two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot the sun was at
Quickly he was by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the
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
your bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my leather 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 near the switch

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

Put the phone stupid
off your prints

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

on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the 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 phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey me
What you want sweaty, beans and kidney

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

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

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

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 take long, I pulled a few strings on the
So were it from?
nigga we stuck and took the caine from
We should have him when we had him

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

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

on me later on, by then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think he could take us on
the Cee Allah
Sent the through the Pens

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

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

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

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