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[00:04.58]Yo, release what's in me
[00:06.15]Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
[00:08.44]Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
[00:11.30]Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams
[00:14.19]I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
[00:16.52]It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
[00:18.29]The cop who got grazed back in the days
[00:20.45]Chasin' niggas through my project maze
[00:22.32]That cop — he got a death wish
[00:23.71]He run behind niggas until you breathless
[00:26.02]Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit!
[00:27.99]My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with
[00:30.37]I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
[00:33.15](Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
[00:35.84]Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
[00:38.21]To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar
[00:42.45]Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
[00:44.50]I heard she brag about the way he eat her
[00:46.38]A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
[00:49.96]She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul
[00:52.18]Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
[00:55.54]Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'
[00:58.58]Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
[01:01.42]I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
[01:04.15]'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
[01:07.16]So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
[01:10.11]I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
[01:12.55](Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst
[01:15.26]They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
[01:17.23]We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
[01:20.38]I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
[01:23.14]We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors
[01:25.59]They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
[01:28.32]Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now
[01:30.84]There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
[01:33.98]Two in the dome, he's laid down
[01:35.65]A-yo, the bitch is saved now
[01:37.23]She's livin' in a snitch grave now
[01:39.93]Shootouts is similar to Wild West
[01:42.38]Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
[01:44.95]You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
[01:48.05]Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
[01:50.77]See, It Was Written, but was never told
[01:52.82]Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
[01:55.61]Niggas roll with iron
[01:56.91]Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot
[01:59.84]Fuck Jake, cock and shoot
[02:01.66]Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
[02:03.82]We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek
[02:06.62]To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
[02:09.73]Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record
[02:12.21]Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn
[02:15.37]We can watch the tape, play back and just zone
[02:17.63]Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
[02:21.03]We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
[02:23.83]Music was loud and it was crowded
[02:25.78]Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends
[02:27.85](Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted
[02:29.39]And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost
[02:32.54]Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
[02:34.39]He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill
[02:37.37]Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel
[02:39.78]Something in the air, yeah
[02:41.28]Frank returned with Pierre
[02:43.21]A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year
[02:45.23]I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend
[02:48.37]And everyone except for me had started reachin'
[02:50.76]They had gats in each others faces
[02:52.86]With kids and grandmothers around
[02:54.61]Frank's only concern was his papers
[02:56.64]My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
[02:59.72]Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off
[03:02.17]Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots
[03:05.31]Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it
[03:07.45]Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless
[03:09.88]Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous
[03:12.93]Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
[03:16.09]Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'
[03:19.15]We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
[03:21.46]Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95
[03:25.21]Shootouts is similar to Wild West
[03:27.18]Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest
[03:29.77]You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
[03:32.99]Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
[03:35.41]See, It Was Written, but was never told
[03:37.70]Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
[03:40.52]Niggas roll with iron
[03:41.89]Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot
[03:44.36]Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
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