Goin' Way Out

[INTRO] (SHOESTRING) Yeah, Shoestring is back in this motherfucker once again Me and Jake The Flake teamed up in this bitch Fuck all you niggas Jake, tell them hoes something (JAKE THE FLAKE) You motherfucking Vice cops All you bitches Prepare for the killing Coming down on all you hoes It's going to be a serious manslaughter in this bitch Fuck you [VERSE 1 - JAKE THE FLAKE] A nigga with the motherfucking plate Not a plate in my head I mean the plate full of flake Them oot-head bitches on my dick for the pack I gave that bitch a (???) and now I'm hitting it from the back I'm Goin' Way Out and then I'm Goin' Through A Thang Your girl was drug free but now that bitch is ooting 'caine Strung out on that blow, that funky pussy ho She didn't know how to oot but now that bitch is just a pro Turning bitches out, I got the fucking clout You didn't know what flake was But now you know what it's all about Cause I'm the provider And you're the fucking user Call me the dealer Cause you're the drug abuser Chilling at the crib with some bitches, playing Quarter Bounce A nigga beeped me up He wants a fucking quarter ounce I beeped the boy back He didn't want no crack I met him around the corner, it was a motherfucking jack I really wasn't prepared But still I wasn't scared He thought I was a ho I had to let him know Cause I'm a real jacker And jacking was my first trade I was jacking niggas way back in the first grade So how the fuck you think that he going to do what another nigga do What was mean for me was never ever meant for you Now it's time for paypack Nigga with that wack jack You made a fucked move and now it's time to get that head cracked Blown to capacity Bitches shouldn't have fucked with me To blow a nigga's brains out Ain't shit to me Crazier than a mother Suicidal like a bungee jump Hunting niggas down in other hoods with my pump Killing niggas off for something I really shouldn't have started I opened up the pack and hit the flake and then I farted Walking through my hood I seen some bitch that's outside dancing Visions in my head was kill the bitch like Charles Manson Killed so many niggas need to be waiting down on Death Row Got me in the county on suspicion of feinding for a blow Caught me in a fiend's ride Said I did some homicide I was home alone with my girl that was my alibi I'm a real nigga, ain't no time for acting phony And plus, I do my dirt all by my lonely Will they hem me up and lock me down That's something I doubt A nigga from the Ave. with attitude I'm goin' way out [HOOK] Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out Brrrapppa! (x2) [VERSE 2 - SHOESTRING] Back, still labeled as a killer Shoestring Fuck Michael Jackson, I'm a thriller I done done my time, just like a beast Searching a nigga down, and trying to take his piece Two niggas from the Ave. with some motherfucking beef I'm the fucking Sheriff, and Jakey is the Chief I beef with many cliques and many niggas they have brung Some of them niggas went home And some of them niggas got hung Ooted in my crib I think somebody's peeping The cops are in my window They must think I was sleeping Go for your arrest and I'll be coming out the covers I'll step back and start popping motherfuckers I've been up for two days And now that I am yawning My body's feeling numb My nose is steady running I'm looking at my mother as my motherfucking enemy Called my little sister a bitch Said the ho is no kin to me Should I shoot my mother Or should I just rape her Should I cut her up like a chain and drape her Slapped myself in the face Cause I know I must be tripping Had a dream of killing Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen Yo, I'm ooting 'caine in my motherfucking nostrils Having visions of murdering bitches in my house shoes And now I'm broke and back in to reality The same old thing, facing that police brutality Reached to my side, my 'caine's a goner Grabbed my fucking gat and I headed to that corner Looking for my brother, and his fucking boys I don't give a fuck, I'll play them niggas like some toys Looked up the street and seen my nigga named Jake Beefing with my brother, (Tyrese?), (???) and Ray-Ray Niggas stole my rocks And then them niggas rolled them Made a fat knot, cocked the 50s back and fold them Now I'm seeing see three niggas Cocked back and three brims Pimping around the corner And they're rolling on Punchy's rims Yeah I stopped the car and asked them for my dope Ike cracked a grin, I grabbed him by his throat Ty reached up back and took a pop at his brother And said, "the only person I love is my fucking mother" Yo, went to my house and called Punchy on the telephone They ganked him and me And now them niggas living wrong Punchy got his rims back But I didn't get my dope, G Ike bought some gear and now them niggas gone to Tennessee I took no loss I know that I'm the coach-ie Somebody's at my door Peeped out my window, I see Roachie Ira's ooted out I know the niggas dopin' He's fucking them bitches good And busting their heads open Back is the Caravan, acting like a old man Steady smoking Billies with a brewskie bottle in his hand I'm Shoestring You know I'm not a joker I don't smoke crack cause I'm not a crack smoker That's the way it is And this is what it's all about These are niggas from the Ave And we're going way out [HOOK] [OUTRO] (ad libs)