Yorelease what s in me
Besides the Hennyit s eyes that s seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans it s crack 200 grams
I pump a G-packpeeping for where the D s at
It s slowlookin for Rambothe cop who got grazed
Back in the dayschasin niggaz through my project maze
That cop he got a death wish
He run behind niggaz until you breathless
Everyday he makin ten arrestssheeit
My nigga check thisI know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed itforty-dash-ten inspect it
(Already checked it Dunnnear his ankle you could see his gun)
Peephe parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
to check Tanishafat ass real flywith the blonde caesar
Vetacini summer gearshe push the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man short slim with a tanthey say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin weakernow her teeth are foul
Speakin loudpeep her stylein and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolvinlike cotton candy in a mouth that s starvin
Rock the same gear dailylike a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
cause she s a suckin dick and coughin up info
So now it s set upher and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest upwe blazin from the neck up
(Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
They had the chains onson hit the lock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her titsshe tried to say she Earth
We saw the camerastape recordersand the monitors
They eyein us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo -five)
Pull his shades downthey seen his last days now
There s no way nowwe can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the domehe s laid downaiyyo the bitch is saved now
She s living in a snitch grave now
[Chorus: Nas]
Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylightface to face without a vest
You know the episodesthugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God to save the life that the Devil sold
See +It Was Written+ but was never told
Peep the jewels black manit s even better than gold
Niggaz roll with ironpolice roll in hot pursuit
tryin to stop the loot Jakecock and shoot
[Nas]
Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man goin up creek
to do his two to fourniggaz show lovefrom all around the board
Peace LordSony Handi-Cam on record
Pop a bottlecause when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitcheson the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets offonly crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank lossabout what a Roley cost
Guzzled his drinkand staggered off
He s a Big Willused to slang krillnow he own the hill
Couldn t take losin his cashand I could feel
somethin in the air yeahFrank returned with Pierre
A gun slingerwho niggaz hadn t seen in a year
I usually be holdin - specially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started reachin
They had gats in each others faceswith kids
and grandmothers aroundFrank s only concern was his paper
My man Killa let offhalf of them fake niggaz jet off
Police blitz quickwaitin for that to set off
Runnin the staticit got me mad cause they a bunch of faggots
Startin shit in my hoodI can t have it
Yo Highget the 40-cali stainlessJake is still out
Let s make it real and still make them niggaz famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeezedodge and weave
Hearin Jake retaliatinand Wiz was up the alley waitin
We breezejump in the rideheard Pierre died
Internal bleedin insideand ain t been back since ninety-five
[Chorus]

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