作詞D.Coles, L.Parker, B.Blackburn, P.LeMarie, A.Popp
作曲D.Coles, L.Parker, B.Blackburn, P.LeMarie, A.Popp
Making moves back and forth uptown sixty dollars
Plus toll is the cab fee winter time bubble goose goose
Clouds of smoke music blasting and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th throwing ketchup on my fries
Hitting baseball spliffs back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fucking seat up tartar sauce on my S. dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm popping in clips I'm ready for war
I got to call the Cuban guys got the Montana pulled in front of the store
Made my usual gun check safety off come on frank
The moment is take your fucking hood off and tell the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggas on the block they shook most of them wont look
They're fronting they no crooks they fuck up their own jooks
Look out for Jackson 5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead's the doorway see the lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shotty cocked in the hallway
Damn she look pretty old ghost she work for Kevin
She about 77 she pay the dudes when she smoked
His brother in law at his boss's wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
3 o'clock watch the kids 3rd floor last door
You look paranoid that's why I can't jooks with you
Why why you behind me leery shakey dog stuttering
When you got the bigger cooker on you
You's a crazy motherfucker small hoody dude hilarious move
You on some Curly, Mo, Larry shit straight parry shit
Crispy creme cocaine dead bodies jail time you going to carry it
Matter of fact all the cash I'm a carry it
Stash in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
This the spot yo son your burner cock
These fucking maricons on the couch watching Sanford and Son
Passing their rum fried plantains and rice big round onions on a t-bone steak
My stomach growling you I want some hold on somebody's coming
Get behind me knock at the door
Act like you sticking me up put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the bitch opens up
Remember you don't know me blast if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there Tony, Tony one second homey
No matter rain sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off come the latch frank push me into the door
The door flew open dude had his mouth open
Frozen stood still with his heat bulging
Told him freeze lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat slapped him asked him where's the cash, coke,
and crack
Get the smokeing you fast his wife stood up speaking in Spanish
Big titty bitch hold the cannon ran in the kitchen threw a shot
The kick in the four - fifth broke the bone in her wrist
And she tried to heat give up the coke but the bitch wouldn't listen
I am on the floor like holy shit watching my man Frank get busy
He zoned out finished off my man's wiz
He let the pit-bull out big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth
Charging foaming out the mouth I'm scared
Frank screaming blowing shots in the air missing his target
Off the frigid air damn near grazed my ear killed that bullshit pit
Ran to the back room but first Frank put two holes in the door
Man said soon the coke's in the vacuum
Got to the bathroom faced his bad mound
The big one had the centerpiece stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude laid him out
The bigger dude popped Franky boy played him out
To be continued...


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