Tonart: F major
Verse 1
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This Nigga just bought
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eleven machine guns
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And he brought
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them in my crib
Verse 2
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Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up
Heard Nia Long is in the building
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Penthouse fashion,
ordered out room service
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It looked bugged cause the
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Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-
eights aimed at the kid
What I do, duck!
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Rae up in the shower singing
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Son don't know that it's real
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Coming looking like he about
peel something
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In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
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If I could just reach my hammer
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He bust two shots, I played mice
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Ran to the spot were the sun was at,
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quickly he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
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Towel on, soap on his arms,
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spit duke around, fell on my lap
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Yo, what the fuck
Verse 3
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happened?
Verse 4
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It was a set up to get wet up
Verse 5
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bleeding
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Nah, his blood fucked my
Verse 6
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white leather up
Ten G's down the drain
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Yo hurry up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son,
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let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off,
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your kicks is near the light switch
Verse 7
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Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt,
find my ices
Verse 8
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(Ghostface Killah) The hit came
quick
Hit the jack, star six
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Ghost
Put down the phone stupid
Verse 9
Wipe off your prints
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Rae ran hysterically
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Slipped
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on soap
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Landed on his back, with his gat,
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We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
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Somebody might have heard shit
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Singing on some Martin,
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were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks,
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that's when we heard the door knock
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Everything all right? Partying
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Threw this dude under the bed
A half dressed Raek
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won, swallowing diamonds
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Had money in juice up on
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The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew,
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wifey hitting me,
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What you want sweaty,
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Trashed the beeper, slowly I
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reached for the reefer
peep oh son the house keeper
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Soap suds dripping from his nuts,
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Praying how me
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make it out the telly and touch
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Fuck
Verse 10
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it, a Wesley Snipes movement
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on a Sunday in Bermuda
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We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
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Caught up in the grimy shit
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Finding two days later a murder and
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we got to make this flight shit
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It was a Wesley Snipes movement
on a Sunday in Bermuda
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A Wesley Snipes movement
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on a Sunday in Bermuda
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We laptop
niggas,
Verse 11
thugs in a computer
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Hey yo, the pressures on,
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sonny got murk
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Its time to move fast
Hey yo, Deini it's on,
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check out the news flash
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Flew out the next day,
back to the Tony estates
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Blew on the first class flight to L.A.
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It ain't take long,
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I pulled a few strings on the horn
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That nigga we stuck
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and took the caine from
We should have killed him when we had him
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Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him,
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but we let him slide in the wagon
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His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo,
good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God,
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we should have seen it coming
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He should have seen me coming,
running out the shower gunning
Now that I figured it, she put
the waiter on
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It all came to me, in back of my mind, just
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like my favorite song
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Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think
that he could take us on
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Smoke the Cee Allah
Sent the kite through the Pens
Known to split wigs, with
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Giants from Attica riots
Halls is quiet
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CO's with babies
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on their arms look tight
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And this nigga from down state
got shipped up north
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running his lips on how he set it off
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Then heard that shit, plus got that kite
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Money got murdered in his bunk
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