Los Pepes, Pt. 1

[Intro: Hell Razah talking to some unknown guy] {*phone rings*} What up? (I'm on my way to see him right now) Yo you buggin man! (Yeah) Yo we gotta get this nigga man (Don't worry about that, son) You still sniffin that shit, man? (I'm on it, I'm on it) [Hell Razah] His name is Pablo, he snowed like an eskimo Even could smuggle it through Mexico, the best of 'dro That grow good enough to make him extra dough In my ghetto we know him as White Diablo Smoke coke off a passport, a lot of love in New York Got crooked cops even callin him boss Four lawyers paid off for some chicks that transport In a Jansport, still, it ain't cut ya hands off In the ward or the section where they drop the grams off Too tired, his fears was the best throw off Tipped the doorman a grand without touchin his hand Tell him "Stand there and signal if there's federal vans" In a penthouse with twenty ki's under the couch A mastermind to the kitty game with cat and mouse Six o' clock gon' be a door knock Check the money in the suitcase and make sure you load up the Glocks Eight o'clock you gon' flee the scene, downstairs is a limosine That chauffer is part of the team Bring my CREAM through La Guardia, fuck the monitor I got men in that security room shinin my shoes When ya ass get off that plane I'm in the baggage claim With a sign of ya last name holdin a cane Hurry up and bring my money, I ain't playin no games We on our way to hit the stockin exchange, yea [Chorus: Hell Razah] I'm 'bout Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos Ain't no catchin no bodies until I say so If I ain't baggin up 'dro, givin out halos I'm on that overtime grind, makin my bankroll Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos Ain't no catchin no bodies until I say so If I ain't baggin up 'dro, givin out halos I'm on that overtime grind, makin my bankroll Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos [Break: Man over the phone] Yo God, what's good man? Where you at, man? I'm on 3, I got the Barry White album with me The Al Green album with me Man, it's kinda leary out here Hurry up! [Bronze Nazareth] Meanwhile, a Wayne Metro, fillin Petro in a 745 Lookin for the purple bag with the Devil's emblem Blendin employee style, transfer the pounds Roll weed in my passport, slip past four hounds Look the other way, too many murders in town From the skyview we rain rocks Larry Chambers style Twenty birds with four corrupt lawyers in their pocket Walk with a gat but ki in each of their vaginas Sheets spread on the plane to remain anonymous Took ten cabs to the Historia from La Guardia Told the doorman "Lookout for unmarked vans" Notifed this bust nearby, his day was goin grand Now I'm in, disect the couch in the pit house Twenty ki's, no trouble please and shots ring out {*gunshots*} Six o' clock, you not, still sniffin his brains out Pablo main route, come up short, pencil ya frame out Two hours to do a handcount, please sit still Load the flocks into the Glocks, it's mornin so just chill Everything routine, eight P.M. to the limosine A chaffeur with no words, he knows the novel scheme Bring the CREAM through the detection machine We insured on the other side of the lens, our luggage is clean Send one of my doves out to the baggage claim Look for the Sun of Man, young face with Dragon and King Hurry up, bring the money up or we'll garnish ya wage We tryin to get out to the stockin exchange [Chorus] [Sample from a news report] Escobar's criminal history surfaces in the Colombian press His fall from grace is swift His uncle is banished from the political scene And many of his assets are seized