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(feat. Raekwon)
Intro
Holllllllld it!
Now you get out of here, I'm warning you
(You b*stards can't push us around - wanna fight?)
I'll take you on
Raekwon
That nigg*'s twisted
Stop playin with that clip man
Close them fkin blinds too man, y'knahmsayin?
Yo Don my man, get out of the stove man
Get away from the stove nigg*
Stop playin man, the fk is you talkin 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin Larry King Live, the new Guccis on
Refridgerator, smokin some kush, this nigg*'s a lighter
Swisher, becomin a roach, go get the glass ashtray
Pour the glass of Crut, tap the bottle then toast
Barrie took a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard down the block is fightin
Some nigg* got, knifed up brawlin
Heard the kid was 19, Lil' Infinity too
His father worked up at the dealer he loved boo
They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin it though
Yeah, yeah my nigg*, the color of glue
Decided on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigg*
This is like out of the blue
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceded to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital vexed
fked up my writing hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kill this lil' nigg* true
Only thing that stop my gun flamin cause he related to you
Ghostface
Who? He ain't related to me
Just that I knew him for like 18 years until he violated, stealin my gear
If my lil' homey, yo he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
Come home and still blow cats for me
Pump crack, stabbin all them hoodrat shorties
A live gunslinger well known, born to dance
When the heat is on, Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin
The gun went off, it looked like a flick
When he fell to the floor, holdin his nuts, screamin "God d*mnit
s**t I put one in my balls, what the fk y'all lookin at me for?
Call the police, do somethin
Motherfkers standin around, watch when I get better
All hell's gonna be terror
Death to you, you," he pointed at Red
I said chill that's fam duke
He put real work in that make you cute, fk that
But anyway son indeed, he stole two Polo rugbies
Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't take it
Yo Lord I knocked out his teeth
Now he's rockin those false joints like everything's peace