260

Yeah, scandalous

Yeah, miraculous the arsonists

Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602

L, I heard they had

O's for sale

I heard the same shit, money drive a

Burgundy whip

Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate

Where's the cat from, think he's from

New Jerusalem

Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him

Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the

GodHe go with

Tim, the one who called lover of

GodY.E.quality

S.Elf, I know the natural law now

It's time to get the

God you and blow like mines

But on the low

I heard he got born original sin

Back in a drive-through

Kentucky Fried shot up his ack

We got to get him

Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread

U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo

Knock on daddy

O's door get the scope

He's not home, he took

Ishmael to

Park Slope

There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff

That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums

Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend

WandaShe drive a green

Honda with legs like

Jane Fonda

I just left her, she took

Rashean to

Pathmark then

Jetted to canal to get her man some

ClarksShe said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid"

She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?"

Two hours later, scheamin' like

Deniro in

CasinoSon better have more coke than

Al PacinoKeana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a

Sting and a half

And Tymeek bought her a aircraft

But anyway, yo, daddy

O home, we need the shotties nidow

When we get back, throw you a bit out

Later that night, stay mesmerized yo

Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of

MarriotYou ready, you got the

E and J and

The Machete?

We goin' upstairs,

I hope one nigga is empty

We walked in both of us looked like terrorists

Masks on, second floor,

Dunn yo, I handle this

Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical

Natural, fuckin' a white bitch, actual

Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it"

I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit

CarolynRan to the back analyzin', much disguisin'

Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized

And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it

Meet Shottie

Waddy slug body hobby

Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'

Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'

Where the blow at,

I ain't got shit, stop frontin'

Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'

Bitch, show that bit, before

I push your wig back

Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at

Come here

Valerie, you know the

God he need a salary

Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery

It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'

Only found a white block of cheese from

New Zealand

Oh shit, yo, yo where that shit at yo?

Yo Chef, where that shit?

What?