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This nigga bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my

Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the
Heard Nia Long is in the
Penthouse fashion, ordered out room
It looked bugged 'cause the looked nervous
Lift off the lid, two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid

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

He bust two shots, I mice
Ran to the spot 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, the fuck happened?
It was a set up to get wet up
Starks bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my leather up
Ten G's down the
Yo up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son, 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 came
Hit the jack, six

Put down the phone
Wipe off prints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It ain't take long, I a few strings on the horn
So it came from?
That we stuck and took the caine from
We should killed him when we had him

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

We had our eyes God, we should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming, running out the shower
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 later on, by the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think he could take us on
Smoke the Cee
the kite through the Pens

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

And this nigga from down state got shipped up
Stocky young fella, his lips on how he set it off
Then heard that shit, got that kite
got murdered 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 days later a murder and we got to make this shit

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