Figured I'd hit a lick and I'd go legit
Thinking about what I could get if I would've sold a brick
These hoes on the strip, they'll make the holy sin
That nigga smiling, that chopper hit him, it stole his grin
Trunk full of dynamite, Napoleon
You owe the connect in the same predicament Smoke was in
I ain't taking 9 if you owe me 10
Had to spaz on my auntie, she sniffing coke again
I seen keys, no custodian
I'm bipolar, might choke you, depend which mode I'm in
No more dutches or paper backwood I roll it in
Keep on chasing that high, you overdosed again
Task force going up on a Tuesday
I could hit they whole section up with this Uzi
I took the top off like a toupee
You taking L after L, call him Cool J
All I want is money, I don't give a fuck about you
A hundred thousand dollars in the couch in public housing
Cop it before it drop, you saving up while you browsing
You just playing the block cause your moms never allowed you
I was up 6 in the morning watching the fiends talk
We ain't gotta beef, couple thousand will knock your team off
When you born and raised in that water, of course you seen sharks
Tryna show that Gucci belt, nigga we shoot your jeans off
Figured I'd hit a lick and I'd go legit
Thinking about what I could get if I would've sold a brick
These hoes on the strip, they'll make the holy sin
That nigga smiling, that chopper hit him, it stole his grin
Trunk full of dynamite, Napoleon
You owe the connect in the same predicament Smoke was in
I ain't taking 9 if you owe me 10
Now check this out, I fronted work, but my gut said that I shouldn't
I don't really wanna argue, and to your man this don't involve you
I'm here for one thing, cash or the work
And uh, stop moving
My trigger finger itchy so please watch what you doing
I'm tired of asking questions, matter fact, lay on the floor
Empty your pockets, don't get cute, I'm waiting for something to shoot
I been looking for y'all all week, even went to your block
Thought y'all was gangstas, don't let me hear y'all ran to the cops
Don't you know funerals cost? Why do that shit to your mother?
I'm a heartless motherfucker when it
Come to this bread and this butter
Knock at the door, I got distracted
Straight to the fire escape, threw two shots, both missed him
His man yelling wait, he not needed, headshot slept him
Rockabye baby, racing to the window, this nigga done slid off
Took the staircase, elevator slow
Murder on my mind, put the burner to his spine, where my dough?
Figured I'd hit a lick and I'd go legit
Thinking about what I could get if I would've sold a brick
These hoes on the strip, they'll make the holy sin
That nigga smiling, that chopper hit him, it stole his grin
Trunk full of dynamite, Napoleon
You owe the connect in the same predicament Smoke was in
I ain't taking 9 if you owe me 10
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