Counterfeit

[Verse]: I'm feelin' kinda sick Shorty cause my last flip got hit with some counterfeit Whole damn hundred Must of been desperate Be out here bein' greedy, so the line I didn't check it So I'm sittin' in the spot Countin' on my knot Pistol on the flo' while I'm sittin' on the couch Then I heard a knock I know this bet' not I was so damn excited I forgot to grab the Glock Snatched open the do' Gave my dawg the nod And pieced his ass up while he was reachin' for that do' nob Grabbed his head and kneed him in his chin Put 'em in a headlock, kicked him in the shin Got him on the ground Hands on the throat But guess what the fuck this nigga started reachin' fo'? Lucky for me my nigga peeped him, changed the moment Cause at that very point, shit went in slow motion Picked up the heater Cocked that bitch back Squeezed two times saw a real bright flash "Tat tat" Then the fiend started screamin' Ran out the apartment with his right calf leakin' Then we chase after Heater still smokin' Caught him in the alley and let that bitch open "Tat tat" He squeezed two mo' at my man And next thing we heard he gettin' picked up in an ambulance Next day Chillin' feelin' proper We just smokin' some Mustafah Hash in it, and we ain't even mention it Around this time playin' 2K1 We were so young and dumb dawg we even kept the gun And if we got caught dawg we would've got hung