Mmm, mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, I said, I said, I said, I said, mmm, let me tell you a story
right quick, mmm, give me that, twisting up this J at the stoplight, smoke, looking each
and every way for the cop life, ah, *** the lighter, use it as a dryer, I'm already high,
I'm about to get higher, listening to pimp spit fire, knowing one day we all going to
expire, pull up on the block, * look like the wire, I call my man, I'm downstairs, he
said, I hopped out the, mmm, I ain't trying to tell you niggas what I'm really in, but
then again, you know I got that felony for them niggas, willing to act out they jealousy,
walking down the path, instincts on the flag, four niggas massing, they running in my man,
they want that bag, I thought I heard them ask, I just told my man I was coming down
the path, now it's four niggas with the straps and they mask, they probably bust his ass
cause they ain't upping with the cast, I'm sitting by the door, I can hear these niggas
laughing, jamping, it gets real in the field, I gotta do something without getting this
nigga killed, I got an idea, and if it don't work, kiss my kids, dude, I got an idea, I

bum rush the door, making lots of noise, perpetrating as the boys, these niggas get
to panicking, dropping guns, scattering, tattling, these so-called savages, I hear them yell,
we going to jail, but what I don't hear is Moe, so I open up the door, real slow, finger
on this trigger, I let this bitch blow, first nigga in the cut, laying on the floor, make
sure this nigga ain't toting, where's that?
Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice,
nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, nice,
hard beating right up on my coat, say it ain't so, it's only one room and only one nigga
on the living room floor, so where's the other four, you know, and now I got a feeling that
the call came from Moe, you must have told him catch me before I was coming in the dough,
but I must have been walking too slow, about to drop a coffin on bro, these niggas loafing,
then I kick the bedroom door, every nigga fell to the floor, I can't believe they still
fell for me acting like the Pope it's not one pistol in the room between the
foe before I leave you know I'm leaving motive and everything you got yeah you
know gonna leave with Noah's niggas even go money in this man's revenge is best
we could
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