im sittin in the crib dreamin about lear jets and coups
the way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop (oops)
im interrupted by the doorbell
3:52, who the hell, is this
i gets up quick
cops my shit
stop the dogs from barkin, then proceed to walk in
its a face that i seen before
my ***** sing he used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
i look deeper, i see blood up on his sneakers
and his fist gripped the chrome 4 5th
so i dip... *****, is you creepin or speakin
he tells me c-rock just got hit up at the beacon
i opens up the door, pitiful
is he in critical
retaliation for this one wont be minimal
cuz im a criminal, way before the rap shit
bust a gat shit, puff wont even know what happened
if its done smoothly
silencers on the uzi
stash in the hoopty
my alabi any cutie, with the booty that done
ed big pop
head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rock
fillin clips, he explained our situation
precisely so he know exactly what we facin
some kid named jason, in the honda station
wagon was braggin, about how much loot and crack he stackin
rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
a small crew, round the time i was locked up wit you (true indeed)
but yo ***** let me proceed,
dont fill them clips too high give them bullets room to breathe
yea where was i, yea
went outta town, blew the
up
d rock went home and j got stuck the
up
hit em twice caught em right for the virgin white
pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
he said 'yo rock set em up', no question
wet em up, no less than 50 shots in his direction
how many shots? man *****, i seen mad holes
what kinda gats? hitchlinks, cocks and calicos
but
that, i know where all them *****s rest at
in the building hustlin, and they dont be strapped
supreme black... is downstairs the engine runnin
find a bag to put the guns in and come on if ya comin
exchanged hugs and pounds before the throwdown
how its gonna go down
lay these *****s low down
slow down,
all that plannin shit
run up in the cribs and make them catch they man and shit
see *****s like you... do 10 year bids
miss the ***** they want, and murda innocent kids
not i
one *****s in my eye, thats jason, aint no slugs gon be wasted
revenge im tastin at the tip of my lips
i cant wait to fill my clip at his hips
pass the chocolate... thai (shh)
sing aint lie, theres jason wit his back to me
talkin to his faculty
i start to get a funny feelin
put the mask on incase *****z start squealin
scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorta
***** turned around holdin his daughter
kurupt, nas, pac... they can all spit about random shit. but when it comes to telling a story... nobody is big.