[skit]
[noreaga]
hey yo the same old g
yo thats my shit
switch cdand's threw on nas shit
yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
flusher meadow we call it andquot;lovers laneandquot;
every nigga probably here probably doin the same
andgt;from the front seat back seat
stashed in the glove compartment
where we keep the heat
shorty try to kiss me
iand'm like andquot;i donand't kiss
dont take it personal yo some ass this
but itand's all good you could still suck my shitandquot;
she star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
askin me repeatedly to say andquot;what whatandquot;
she sucked my dick till i canand't even bust
she sucked my shit i had no more nuts
heyyo itand's time to break before it get too late
had my wife out while i think iand'm on a date
but i rolled the philly and i counted my bread
she said andquot;one more timeandquot; and she grabbed my head
iand'm like andquot;wow she spittin on it gettin on itandquot;
actin like she never had it like she really wanted
i heard a knock on the window said andquot;donand't moveandquot;
yo iand'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
heard a nigga say andquot;donand't move and give it upandquot;
at this point iand'm shook turn around and i look
bang bang yeah nigga just shot his ass
broken window plus i got blood on my glass
get the car door open gat in my hand
still soapin lookin for who was approachin
blue suit damn i couldnand't see through the tints
ah fuck it iand'll say that it was self defense
but the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
i probably gotta body or two to see tellin
but then yo a nigga just shot a cop
pigand's blood on my clothes pigand's blood on my glock
but they just shot a black man
fourty one times
he had no gat i got murder rhymes
whatchoo think they wouldand've did if they see mine
the chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
i told her to chill before we get a felon
my hand over her mouth i told her cut it out
gat to the stomach i took the highway hit a hundred
scared to death wishin i left
the heat in the crib but i didnand't it was all red
the bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
i gotta cat crib in jamaica
my little cousin he ainand't gon say nuttin
andquot;son itand's hectic right just hold me down aight?andquot;
iand'm on wanted most america
all of my phones is tapped now god
yo even my cellular
me and martymore shout for sure
now we gang bangin yo arc the sore
i gotta letter from the government the other day
yo i opened it up and yo i peep what it say
it said andquot;you canand't get away ya hear? -the kkkandquot;
my niggas is sayin iand'm hot makin em hot
iand'm all over the news for hittin the cop
but iand'm still poppin partyin with john chalkin
he said andquot;before we talk we need a mealandquot;
i need to get myself up and he can make a deal
i said andquot;fuck no i dont give a fuck though
yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got doughandquot;
the same bitch that i was with iand'm still wit
heyyo i felt her neck and i felt her tits
heyyo the bitch wired then i heard a gat fired
remembered real quick feeling real sick
i fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me
andquot;i was tangled in this all along popyandquot;
police got one and my moms got the other copy
i got bagged up for a bad suck
i guess itand's over now nigga got bad luck
Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man
i hope one of yaand'll got to fuckin attica
the other one go to constalk
the other one go to clinton
and the other one go to sing-sing
and yaand'll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in yaand'll fuckin assholes
fuck the fuckin nypd
