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This nigga 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 room
It looked bugged 'cause the waiter nervous
Lift off the lid, two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid

What I do, duck, Rae up in the singing
Son don't know that real
Coming like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down, matching Santa
If I could 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
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
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 is near the light switch

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

Put down the stupid
Wipe off prints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had our closed God, we should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming, running out the shower
Now I figured 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 the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think that he could us on
the Cee Allah
Sent the through the Pens

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

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

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

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