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[Intro] (Car drives up, engine turns off) "Yo Pap, yo son What you doing out here this late, son?" "Hey, nothing I came to the twenty-four-hour store and all that Out here, fucking playing dice with these niggas, man" "Hey you know my style, man I’m just making it rain in the golden lady I'm about to take it in, man" "Yeah, me too, man" "Yeah, it’s like four in the morning, man Take it in, dog" "It’s four o’clock? Yeah I'll go get some rest" [Verse 1] Hey-yo, I left the corner four in the morning Henny’d up, hit the crib, tumbled down the stairs Pick me up Overheard my own people planning to hit me up And they ain’t even know I was listening, silly fucks "Papoose be stunting; yo, son, tear his kidneys up And clap him on the top of his head, that’s if he ducks" I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I’m pissy drunk Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers We hid behind the same cars when slugs hovering We talked about the future and rising above hunger But now you've got envisions of making this thug suffer Thinking--what could’ve made him flip? Is he a Blood, and he think I’m Crip? Is he in love and I hit his chick? No time to think; creep like a night burglar ‘Cause for my life I'll incite murder, vice versa I bust through the door ready to let my iron boom I’mma turn this livin' room to the dyin' room Turn the bathroom to the blastroom Bedroom to the deadroom Plain left 'em red, dead, doom [Interlude] (Cell phone rings) "Hey-yo, Pap, remember that kid you had beef with back in ’94?" "What about him?" "Yeah, well, that coward nigga home now And he talking reckless, nigga" "Word?" "Meet me in town so I can kick it with you" "No doubt" "You know how it’s gonna go down" [Verse 2] Word in the ghetto, this kid I had drama with before Insane tone, just came home, he want a war That black on black crime is swine, truthfully But if my brother try to do me, I have to empty five in his hoopty Who plotting to shoot me? Gotta be loony trying to go against my Block with a toolie, that’s like a ox to a Uzi Found out where one of them live, so we hopped in the hoopty Hit his crib, caught him in the bathroom, watching a movie I asked a few questions; he tried to fool me So I electrocuted him, I kicked the TV inside the Jacuzzi Some naked cutie ran in the room screaming "Don’t shoot me!" My bullets hit her dead in the cootie, came out her booty I grab this chick named Rudi, put her to a doobie And made her tell me where the rest of the crew be Soon as we hit the other spot: "Yo, park the car on the other block Keep it running, cause if they see us coming, I’m dumming out" "Shut the fuck up, I’m running the shots In fact, Black, you'll take the Mac back and Clack, pass back The other Glock;" hopped out of the car, gats cocked, ready to rock Pull right up on the side of us, an off-duty cop I told him: "Let’s make a deal, split it partially You don’t disrespect my rivalry, I won’t disconnect your arteries" He poofed off and didn’t bother me, sort of heartened me My niggas by the car with me, screwing 'round with authority Bum rushed our way in the door, wage of a war Waving a four, "Y'all know what this is, stay on the floor!" (Everybody lay down!) I pick one of them up and put his face to the wall Told him: "I want the guns, drugs, jewels papers and all," but he stall He tried to lie and say some chick had it Soon as he said his word is born, I gave him a miscarriage Put the money in the big bag, and I saw two of the dreads on the floor, chit-chatting and slick acting I told them: "I'll pint if you flitch, faggot" When Strong grabbed the big ratchet from Flip's jacket and shit shattered We walked out of the building, holding cases of loot When we made it off the stoop, niggas was blazing off the roof My man tumbled down the basement steps Grabbed him by his shoulder, turned him over, looked in the face of death He was shaking, stressed, trembling, sighing, and shit I took the money out his pocket, no sense in dying with this Cock the hammer on my iron and spit, heard everybody crying, "I’m hit!" (Your son hit, son) My whole life relied on my clip Ran out of bullets, niggas pullin' up behind me in whips Bat me down, looked around, all my crimies was hit To all the thugs still breathing, take a deep breath He who live a street life shall die a street death [Outro]