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Glit it out, style face check, Ray up in the hilton
Her knee along is in the building
Pinhouse fashion, a derbed-out room service
It look bar because the waiter look nervous
Lift off the lid, scene too shiny, 38, change that to kin, what I doin?
Ray up in the shower sinkin
Son gon' know that it's real
Gunman lookin' like he bought the Pilsen
In the tight gym, red-down matchin' like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer, he busts two shots, I play mice
Ran to the spot where the showin' Zach
Quickly, he was blinded by the ice
That's a Ray ran out of the back
Tower wall, soap on the zone, spin through the rim, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck happened?
It wasn't set up to get wet up
Starts to bleed, nods, blood, fuck my ride, never up
10 Gs down the drain
Yo, hurry up, we gotta get him up
Get the sheets on, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch
Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, iron my ice
The hit came quick, hit the jack, star six, ghost
Put down a phone, stupid, wipe off your brits
Ray ran hysterically, slipped to a soap
Landed on his back with his gat, not as dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might've heard shit
Singin' on some Martin, where my mama version
Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock
Everything I, party and serve, balloons pop
Through this dude under the bed, I have dressed Ray Korn
Swallowing diamonds, had money, juice up on his wedding bed
The phone rang off, the cheek, cattle, blue, white, he hit me
What you want, sweetie? I'm a beast of kidney
Trash the beeper, slowly I reach for the reefer
Go approach the people, stun the housekeeper
Soaked such, drippin' from his nuts, cut up gut
Prayin' that we make it off the tally in touch
Fuck it, a Westley Snipes movin' on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' pewter
Caught up in the grindin' shit, on Friday, two days later
I'm murderin', and we gotta make this fly shit
What's a Westley Snipes movin' on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' pewter
A Westley Snipes movin' on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' pewter
Yo, the pressure's on, sonny got murk, it's time to move fast
Hey, yo, Denny, it's on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the Tony Estates
Blue on the first class, fight the L.A.
It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn
So where it came from, that nigga we stumped and took the cane from
We shoulda killed him when we had him
Yo, I was holdin' the Magnum, yeah, we bagged him
But we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown hole from out Chicago
She move his cargo, go ahead and rascals
We had our eyes closed, girl, we shoulda seen it comin'
He shoulda seen me comin', runnin' out the showers gunnin'
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on it all
Came a million back in my mind, just like my favorite song
Done up on the later on, bought in the day was on
I did a slinger, even think that he could take a song
Smoked to see a law, sent the kite through the pins
M&B 10, known to split waves
We're raised in sharp gyms, diets from Attica Rides
Paws and Squires, she owes with babies on their arms
Looked tired in this nigga from downstate, got shipped up north
Stopped a young fella runnin' his jigs, why he set it off?
Didn't heard that shit, plus got that kite
Money got murdered in his bump that night
Fuckin' the West, we snikes movin' on the Sunday in Buda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' Buda
Caught up in the Grimy shit, a Friday, two days later
A murder, and we gotta make this life on it
West, we snikes movin' on the Sunday in Buda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' Buda
West, we snikes movin' on the Sunday in Buda
We laptop niggas, thugs a lookin' Buda
