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"Black City"

"Black City"




[Intro]
R.I.P to the competion

[Verse 1]
Black City bitch, Black Black City bitch
That girl bust it like the New Jack City bitch
Black pretty bitch Selita Ebanks
Money talks so when I talk I be frank
Yeah she plank, face down ass up
Toast to this real shit put your glass up
Who wanna bet they keep up when I gas up
Act like a safe in your ceiling put you cash up
D Twizzy on the freewizzy riding to that There is No Competition Thrizzy
Party scene I'm the black Charlie Sheen
You fake niggas can't even be real for Halloween cause

[Hook x2]
Black City bitch Black Black City bitch
Black City bitch Black Black City bitch
Black City bitch Black Black City bitch
I keep cash and I got that black with me bitch

[Verse 2]
Silver emblem two black R's
Who's that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are... cause of death? Bars
Got a killa flow from the llama
Got a killa ho half Columbiana half Dominicana poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (Niceeee)
Black city bitch black out a 0-3
California King Kush black out from OG
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
R.I.P to the Competition

[DJ Drama Shout]
We can kill you niggas softly if necessary... suckas
 
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"Black Girl Lost Freestyle"

"Black Girl Lost Freestyle"


Hello?
What's up, girl?
Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin'
Talkin' that old off-the-wall back-to-Africa shit again
What, that God body shit?
Yeah, that dumb shit, I'm tryin' to get up out of here
I hear that, but, yo, you know the spot is pumpin' tonight
Word, for real, where?
You know, where the real niggas is poppin' the Cristal
Not that White Star
Ha-ha, word, where the real niggas at?

Yo, they just want a nigga to lose; Mayweather-Pac-Man
Government don't play fair, they'd rather backhand
Cops killin' us left and right, pray for the black man
I'm tryin' to get that Creflo Dollar, faithfully stack bands
And, listen, I refuse to let 'em jack the O.G
Yeah, you's a nigga like a black emoji
I got the LTE flows, you niggas still a 4G
I'm Nino Brown on a roof and you got to go, G
Am I my brother's keeper?
My brother keep a [?] on the hip, not a beeper, he the reaper
Black hoodie on, turn you to a hard sleeper
Turn your peoples into weepers, your chick a leaper
Jumped on your boy and gave it to me for cheaper
Probably cause you shallow and my pockets is deeper
I just want it on a late night, he could keep her
Pick her up in the Wrangler, jeepers creepers
Scary movie, she be runnin', but she keep fallin'
Now she ballin', she love it that my seats' Spalding
That's ball leather, it gets cooler like fall weather
We meet up at the Four Seasons, that's all weather
The sad part: he don't even know he lost her
He don't drink, but she do say he double-crossed her
You probably won't get that 'til you look at the bottle
There's a message in it, baby, just look in the bottom
Shorty, don't lose yourself tryin' to look like these models
Cause it's way more to life than bookings and bottles
Lookin' for follows, hook up for swallow
Some nigga with a big cheque, yeah, you lookin' for lotto
Owe you dollar and a dream, bitches Powerball bitches
Win 4Life, Mega Millions, pick four bitches
Lookin' for a nigga that's 6'4", bitches
Settin' thirst traps, got to click more pictures
That's a lick for bitches, ride the dick, raw bitches
Have a baby by the nigga, make him trick more riches
Damn, she just want to play with them boss toys
Lex' coupes, the Beamers and the Benz, Lost Boys
Think they got a good one, lock her down and wife her
Found out she a scared bitter, not a lifer
Couple rappers in her circle, pussy in a cypher
Fucked the boss and the shooter, she Michelle Pfeiffer
Scarface shit, caption like 'I only fuck with bosses'
'The biggest ones, #TheRickRosses'
Yeah, you with the winnin' team, but you takin' losses
Shout-out to the college girls out here takin' courses
Just because they in school, but never get no credit
We follow hoes that don't know where they headed
But I ain't preachin', I ain't tryin' minister nothin'
But fuck a bag, you better get a business or somethin'
You better stack this and flip instead of spinnin' some stuntin'
Before your dope boy boo catch a sentence or somethin'
Cause I, I remember how that girl flossed
Now look at her, that girl lost
 
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"Body Count"

"Body Count"


[Chorus: Fabolous]
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people
I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Let's keep it a hundred
That's word to Ben Frank's
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass green over here
Green like the kushes
I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes
We don't chase money we chase dreams
Rub this money in your face, face cream
Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes "what you see"
You know what I said!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
And if I go make sure the family gets the cash
And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask
Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman
Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They call me funeral they call us [? ]
Face on point they should call us swordfish
He got a gang of money
You can't stop his drive
He in the blue six screaming out stop it five
Black out jewelry, you still see it though
I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though

[Chorus]
 
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"Body Ya"

"Body Ya"


[Repeat x2:]
Shout out to my enemies
shout out my competitors
shout out to my mini me’s, I hope you do better bruh
better me better you etc etc
shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya

big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
bigging y’all up should make you feel a little bigger
big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas
uhh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
bitches say we are the best
so mommy in my jeans PRPS
yeah street fidda didda gang
yeah @ you like a Twitter name
same place I see em, same place they chalk em out
we speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout

[Chorus]
holla at your homie, holla at your dogg
looking for the competition holla at the morgue
once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya
if looks could kill then my style might body ya
b-b-body ya
b-b-body ya

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the groupies
shout out to my ex
prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex
don’t get mad at me cause I’m onto the next
all of this because I aint respond to your text
big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses
big up to the big girls y’all are so Precious
salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
uhh, but it aint fresh as Loso
monogramed out son in case you didn’t know so
flow so deadly swag too murderous
known for being nice, that don’t mean courteous
this is nothing new, Im not a beginner
I get big checks like the lottery winners
a boy dissing I, boy listen I
call you sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi

[Chorus]
 
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"Breathe"

"Breathe"


WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE

[BRIDGE]

[HOOK I]

[HOOK II]

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE

One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
 
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"Breathe (Remix)"
(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)

"Breathe (Remix)"
(feat. 50 Cent, Ma$e)



WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!

[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)

[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE

[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE

You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[BRIDGE]

RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
[Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
 
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"Brooklyn"
(feat. Jay-Z, Uncle Murda)

"Brooklyn"
(feat. Jay-Z, Uncle Murda)



[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:]
Im Righthere Big Ya Boy Sit'n On Top Like A Hair Wig Bed-Stuy Fly
Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean

Clinton Hill The Chill Red-Hook Look Man Aint No Shook Hands In Brooklyn
Son Yo Life Could Get Took Man Threw Off Bridges 1 Hard Top Two Hard Bitches

Ride Through The Borough With Two Four Fizez Phantom Open Up Like Two Door Fridges
(Woah!) Im Makin Change To New York Digits From 718 To 187 Da 212 To 211 Yaboys Back

With A New One Son
(Huh?)

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn (Ny,Ny)
Wherebrookyln At? Brooklyn At (Ny,Ny) Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
Where (Uh.Huh) Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:] I See You Brooklyn What It Look Like?

[Jay-Z:]
Im Right Here Fab Wavin The Flag Im From Nostrand Ave
I Came To Take Da Game In My Daddy Kane Chain Niggas Gave It Up Smooth

They Aint Wanan Hearthe Bang ,Bang Im Back On My Bully Shit That Flatbush
Bushwick Black Hoodie Shit Half A Billi. In The Bankrow Bank Stop Any Body

Bank Stop Anybody What You Bank Hoe? Big B's On The Wheels Spread Love
The Brooklyn Way "B" How's It Feeeel?

Im On My Robin Thicke Shit If Shit Eva Gets Thicke Im Back To Robin Niggas Quick
Trick Click? Anie Up All U Niggas Is Brittney Pull Ya Panties Up Whole Borough Is Wit

Me Hol Ya Cannons Up Buck 1 4 Buck Town Brooklyn What The Fuuuuuck

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(East New York) Brookyln At? Brooklyn At (Brooklyn) Brooklyn At? Brooklyn
(King Of All Boroughs We So Thorow) Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Uncle Murda:]
Im Right Here Hov Uncle Murda Feelin' Goodi Hookd Up Wit Jigga
Got My Grandma Out Da Hood Roc Is Bac Now Look At Niggas Ow Dey Cant Say

J Aint Sign A Brooklyn Nigga Where Brooklyn At? Where Brooklyn At?
Shootin Somebody Up Or Gettin Off Dem Packs Or Gointo The Club

Lookin For Somrthin To Yap Or Runnin To Ya Crib Like Where The Safe At?
East Newyork I'll Shoot Ya They'll Gat Ya Homie Brownsville Rob Ya

They'll Clap Ya Homie Bed-Stuy I'll Get U Killed For 100 Grams.
Get A Coney Island Nigga To Pull The Trigga Man Ask Flex He Use To Run Da Tudel

Brookyln Had Dudes Scared To Rep Their Borow Uncle Murda Imma Rep 2 Da Fullest
Like Saionin Da Club I Throw Bullets! Bullets!

[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook!
Brook! Where Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At? Brooklyn Where
Brookyln At? Brooklyn Atwhere Brooklyn At ? Brooklyn
Where Brooklyn Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!

[Fabolous:]
Iight Son Its A Like It Or Not Thing... Naw Mean? This 1's For Brooklyn
Im In Ma Bed -Stuy Fly U Kno? Bushwick Sick I Walk Dat East New York Walk
Brownsville Grill Got Ma Fort Greene Lean Ha Ha Clinton Hill Shill Red Hook Look
Dat Flatbush Push Naw Mean? Cypress Hill Feel Crown Heights Tight Wit It
Da Williamsburgswerve Coney Island Stylin On Em Canarsie Flawsy
Park Slope Dope U Kno? Ya Digg? Dis Fa Brooklyn Its Young Brooklyn
 
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"Brooklyn's Finest"

"Brooklyn's Finest"



Aiyyo Drama this the first
This the first time you had a nigga from Brooklyn
I think with a gangsta grill man
And I-I-I, I just wanna
I-I just wanna say thank you man
for takin Brooklyn down bottom y'knahmsayin?
Lettin niggaz see what's goin on man
I know niggaz heard a lot about Brooklyn
They heard about Big, they heard about Jay
But Brooklyn's still comin nigga, we still comin
There's a lot of niggaz, y'knahmean? Brooklyn is one of the
hungriest places in this muh'fuckin planet
We walk around with our ribs touchin nigga
I'm still touchin - e'rywhere I walk
 
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"Call Me"

"Call Me"



Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, yea, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me, knowing how quick that this young’n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh) during the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit)
I usually don’t get to rag um (uh)
But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) and tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) caressing her pretty skin
She say - “I love the video that you and P. Daddy in” (yeah right)

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)

This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If there's one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
'Cuz I'm like like Dirk when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working I'm fingering, she must be a gymnast
'Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)

Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that)

Now I ain't seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn't care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) to get a yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, tat’s on you, that’s on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming
“Fabolous give me one more chance; Fabolous give me one more chance”

I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
 
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"Can You Hear Me"

"Can You Hear Me"




[Chorus:]
'Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya
Some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha
Like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song
To my niggaz laid out, 'til my niggaz lay down
Can you hear me?
I know you hear me

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time, we was on some different shit
'Cuz you was with a bitch, that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit, and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose, when it came to those hoes
And I'm your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fo' fo' lost for ya
But if you hear me, I dedicate this song for ya
He was setup in a stick up, by a girl he used to pick up
On the upper west side I used to help him chop a brick up
They found him in his pickup, pants down and dick up
Leanin' with one in his head, and one in his chest
One of the best at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with a lot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it
When he come around it's likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back, without blowing back
And know I'm black, I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up

[Chorus]

You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50, nice ass, great titties
Face pretty, everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer that's doing a state biddy
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about, hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle, to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have, who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about, how he moving on a route
About running with them same niggaz smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
And it's fucked up

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