The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

作詞J. Taylor, C. Hollis
作曲J. Taylor, C. Hollis
Yo, you can keep askin them fuckin questions all fuckin day man
Told you, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner the same thing man
How long a nigga got to stay here in this raggedy ass precinct

It was money on the table with the bricks
I was in the living room with this bitch
Heard my car alarm going off on my six
So my dogs start barking and some niggas hit the fence

So I took out my dick out this bitch mouth
And walked to the window
Pulled the blinds down and took one hit of the indo
You niggas aint doin shit but stealin my neighbors rims so
Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over
That's what I'm rollin with,
Nah, I ain't seen shit
And I ain't snitchin on nobody
Yea that's my four five
But ain't got no bodies
Them two dead niggas
Them is nobody
They should have torched em
Then they would have had no bodies
I mean look at these pictures, shit's so sloppy
I do my shit like John Gotti
Feed them niggas to the sharks after dark man
Fuck this shit, I thought I told ya'll
It was money on the table by the bricks
I was at the kitchen table chopping up some shit
Listening to Jeezy and I heard a little (silencer sound)
So I turned the radio down and cocked my four fifth, oh shit
Am I hit, nah just a hole in my Jordan fit
So I turned down the lights and cocked my four fifth
Since them niggas jumped in the escalade
How much longer I got to stay in this motherfucker
Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke
But shit you all got a nigga stressed
I got to stay in this motherfucker until I confess
Shit, ya'll bitches better get some rest
Because it will be a cold day in Miami
Before I snitch on myself or the hood
You understand me
Ya I fuck with the bulls, but I ain't Sammy
Niggas run around the hood singing,
They should get a grammy
And you two motherfuckers should get an oscar
With this good cop bad cop shit
Take me to processing
Cuz I don't eat breakfast with no kids
And I watched first forty-eight
So fuck your twenty-five years
No evidence, no bid
I don't know who split them niggas wigs
I already told ya'll
It was money on the table with the bricks
I was walking to the bathroom to take a shit
And then I heard my dogs barking a some noise by the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the four fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer
Guess I had to welcome niggas to the gun store.


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