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Verse 1
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot
of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough
and keep the blau on your hip
hold it down on the strip
son I give you my wit
But when I get back,
son slid until you to the Greyhound
E
Am
Wit a burner in the knapsack,
headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still
on the strip
Doing hand to hand with twelve collapsible,
stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips
When police come we stick the clips
Throwing a nigga on the walls
and try to search me down
I laugh knowin that my
Wit a new floss and shiny
shoes on the whip
greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know
just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas
how ill them niggas is
How they connect with Jamaican
niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung
wit four pounders
Okay, I've never heard of workers
getting five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2- 3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eating
Rocking valor tennis suits
Them type of cats that call you
because you can't call 'em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
Washrags hangin from every
one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne
them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods
that was residential
workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant
bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas
E
Am
and stash coke up in they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
So now we out of town
with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling
packages and laying with gats
Shit was slow until the main
fiend was offed
And spread the word that we was back
Verse 2
[Intermission]
"Hey yo why don't you tell that
crackhead to close the fuckin door
"Yeah man and clean the motherfucking
yo go get the plates
"Yo light that up,
lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck this shit"
Verse 3
Am
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowing pa
The lookout niggas holding fort
like they was watchtowers
So on and so on, shit
is good and we eating
First nigga to short a package will catch
The whole town, see we now own it
We stacking cheddar now
and shit is all clear
And we was growing as working
niggas wit aspiring ideas
We love to floss and the feeling
of pushing chrome shit
Now these niggas was really
ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them
We set up shops and
So now we balling like a motherfucker,
money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and
these bitches ridin the dick
Fucking everything from the local McDonald's
To attorney bitches that'll
We used to taking niggas' custies and leave
they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme
Some niggas tried to run a jook with
things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately
reach for the john
Right away the gun buist!
straight lifted a nigga
Wild shots fire,
everybody scatter like rats
Leavingg nothing but gunpowder and
on our hands
Shit was hot but we was nowhere
near ready to fall
My son said he shot,
but he wasn't bleeding at all
Word, I started bugging when
my nigga said he feel cold
So as we continue to radically
blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck,
the four niggas who tried to jook
Now let me find out one out of them
three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas
who buy drinks up for the party
He was the nigga to flood
the table with champagnes
E
Am
Stupid motherfucker tried to front,
we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them
the shit I felt in my gut
Verse 4
as the director said CUT!
good acting
That's the shit I'm talking about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box
office smash motherfuckers
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