her apparel in the M- Class caravan
loving cats to ski in her dope
She fuck killers in her condo,
Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old
She passing for 30, Gucci framed
Madison Ave., shopping when she not,
copping bricks of that shit
At my man's wake, she said the eulogy
bumped into her shopping for jewelry
Her bodyguard screwing me,
blowing backs out, six- pack Stout's
Wide fat mouth, the evil look,
Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro,
She push the fo' red, she know Feds,
A code red, maybe she's out to slay me,
meet me at the telly to fuck
She knew about, cats from way back,
She said I knew her man probably, no doubt,
not since he tried to rob me
He snorted all her work, now she need me,
Nigga you reap what you sew
What goes around, comes around
If you sleep you don't know
where beef could never end
At the time you least expect it
It's a small world ("It's a, small
Soon enough it catches up to you
Snook from Redhook was grimy,
did five years, glad to be home
for keeping chrome calibers
Smooth like a Wallaby shoe,
Five years planning to blow,
soon as he hit the bri- dicks
Had a girl in Westside Queens,
Played the crib for a month,
Started robbing niggas til
He had a bunch of starving niggas
he owe, he never paid though
Got large, sign on his door,
Layin with his bitch, niggas is rich,
holding cracks inside the baby stroller
Here come his crazy soldier,
His old man had crossed his ass,
seen thugs cry, it's bugged why
we let the slugs fly, enter your brain,
Another thug died, pitching your soul,
black hole, where many souls go
cause of a fo'- fo' blast
Snook was one of em, so many more
got niggas hit up yeah let that Henny pour
Carolyn when she needed him,
ever since she took him inside
When his moms died, dope- fiend OD- ed,
He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive
do niggas even know the things that he tried
incidents where po- lice died
Eastside, peace God (peace God)
Two of his mans with him,
I'm reaching for my Roscoe,
cocked it back on, and get my blast on
At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing
out the way, as my Torah spray,
Hit the highway, you know how I say,
when you feel your enemies
but can't figure out whose who,
put the tools down? Never
Cause everyday is on, living this life,
("I'm going to see you again,
Uh- huh, I'm going to see you again,
Uh- huh, going to see you again