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Back in 95 when I was juggling girls
Pumping coke out the spot smacking fiends in the kitchen
All around d*ck sucks whenever
Blowing chronic out of Phillies, getting flusty in the Cube Link era
telling me my spot is hot
They like, I think anyday now, playboy, s**t gon pop
Back then I was the fat Ghost, it came March 1st
My ace Bakool? got merked I burned for all our work
After the funeral I played low
Counting my last ten Gs, three weeks later yo Im back in the Ps?
Gathering up information, checking faces
Keeping the 45 auto loaded like it was bases
When it get dark better believe my mark
I heard a voice through a bullhorn the white man he said, yo Starks
Youre surrounded, put down your gun look at the ruger
Its nothing but cops nigg*, you better not run
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Over And Im not laughing
(The masquerade the masquerade)
My, my my, good days is over
11.40am in the Best Western
Im with my bat blue her as* back and chest in
Slob my kn*b yeah no question
This my main bat, she thorough like that so we dont use protection
But the night before my wiz must of checked my phone
Howd she got the code? Psh, I dont know
Next thing she laying in the tel lobby
She spotted me tipping the doorman, holding hands with my b*tch beside me
My heart dropped, everything stopped, scared to death
Told my broad to keep it moving cos I just got knocked
Dont turn around, as soon as she did she bust a shot
Plus she tough security dropped when she touched the glock
I had the dumb face on, long face on
Didnt say s**t, not even cough or spit, my b*tch was gone
There goes the car, house, ? jury, court date, judges
My shorty tried to screw me
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