Foul Play

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Foul Play

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[Intro: Flagrant, "Associate"] Aww shit, still high Let's see what this nigga talkin' bout Aw shit, ah this nigga man Lemme know what he want, what the fuck this shit 'bout "Wussup playa" Ain't nuthin' nigga, up in the studio. Y'know. What you doin', layin' up with some hoes? "Nah nigga I'm out cruisin' the park man, cruisin' the hoes man, tryin' to smell and see what's good I'm sauced up" You doin' it though "Say what?" I say you doin' it "I'ma be talkin' to you late-" Aw man "Holla at ya nigga, alright. Get at me though nigga I ain't doin' shit but straight pimpin' dog" F'sho "For a nigga you know I got some [?] shit right now. Y'know come down here nigga Get some hoes, poppin' off" Oh, how long you got it like that? "It ain't nothin' like that nigga, shit nigga you know how it go, get to steppin I'm already ballin' round this bitch now get steppin. 'ey tell a nigga [?]" Right? "40 dolla shit that shit hard now trust me I'ma hit- aye, I'ma hit it you I know what it and what ain't it dog" You know it nigga Diamond Cutz nigga, holla at you bro [Verse] When I woke up and checked the page and someonе must've spoke up My shorty Mocha, had said the fеds were stakin' And we can't be mistaken, she said they had 3 trucks That read that "Lindsey's Landscapin'" Now I'm debatin', checked the page again and it said "Don't be waitin'" Grab some money, when you start don't stop runnin' so I did it, I did it Now I'm in it, death do me, 'cause ain't no fuckin' way I'll let another judge'll rule me Yo I'm assumin, if I call back, they might react, a tap 'til they traps Surround my flat, sit back, but fuck that I grab the fat Mac and them cakes I had baked up Had money but couldn't place it, tore my fuckin' place up Now wake up, I had to think straight, I grabbed the briefcase It wasn't safe to sit here, get hit here, with all this shit here Know they probably kickin' in my shorty's crib now Dirty feds probably trickin' up my fuckin' bin now Hit in the head, "Yeah you gonna go to jail" is all she hear now And since I only fuck with thorough bitch the coast is clear now, uh I grabbed the briefcase wit' them cakes and knifes I had stashed Safe and locked it, (Locked it?) Reach fo' the mac and cock it ready for evacuation Peep out the window, to make sure, no one was waitin' Debatin', my shorty's spot was 2 blocks then locate when that went Left saddle lappin' with 80 degrees tore my ass skin Fuck, couldn't believe that this shit happened When I finally catch that, talk first, then I'm blastin' Let 'em feast off berry ice cream like Robbin's Baskin' Shit was clear out, ran out, had my ass in some shit Looked up the street and saw 6 comin' quick, dog this was sickenin' My drill ain't pumpin, I almost popped my nigga wit' the Mac And when he pumped on 'em brakes then he screamed at me He said "for Heaven's sakes get in the car I got a place not far from here!" But quickly, Mocha just paged and said "they movin' swiftly on you, yo dog I warned you About the clique, that you fucked wit, but fuck it, shit" He pushed the 6 to the floor the tires roared, we made it to his stash in a flash With the briefcase, and Mackie out that ass and following, up the steps He made a left and someone screamed "Muthafucka meet your death!" There was a big roar, turned in time my nigga hit the fuckin' floor My eyes was sore, ain't this a bitch, couldn't believe what I had just saw Looks like someone had took a mac and blew half of his chest off He had the mess on, he wore a [?], a FUBU sweater My brains was up for seconds, but then, I thought you met her Grabbed a mac and then connect them niggas, squeeze the trigger out the lights Saw 3 or 4 figures in my gun sight, reactin', they started blastin' The shit started happenin' fast, could've swore I saw my brother laughin' Parked in the dark corner, if that was him then he's a goner Then he goin' get it in the worst way, I can't believe this happened on my birthday Ran down the steps in a frenzy, make sure the mackie stop a couple of shots up Out they Glocks before they end me, the situation wasn't friendly Really, hated the exit, but I did it nigga, shit There ain't no way I take it standin, these bitches shot my meds in Now I had to reconstruct the plan in [Outro] Flagrant, bitch

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