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Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah uh
This goes out to all the wolves in the street sittin'
Yeah, watch man be care', danger zone
I got my man, time to get Cole young with me
Check it out uh
Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn'
I just finished doing a song
Now I'm ready for sleep
But first I want spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice is harsh, barely can speak
I called back on the cell
It's Coley, mad as hell
He told me to listen well as he started to yell
"I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn"
"It's my wife, you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure
I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
"Yo, say no more, which one?"
"The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge"
"We goin' hurt those hoes"
"And hurt both of them kids"
Now I'm in the Range
Switchin' lanes, doing a buck 'n change
I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin' dames
Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggas fucking up my reputation
I saw Coleone holding the chrome
Ice-grill, looking like he had a license to kill
And he had somebody else with 'em playing the cup
Lookin' like he can't wait to start spraying shit up
"Yo, who that in the background?"
"It's Tommy Giss"
"Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down
Son, you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
Oh, you ain't scared, there's no time to back out
"Yeah, we goin' to take the back route
And pull our guts out and throw our mask on
We ain't leavin' till everyone's dead and all the cash gone"
"We goin' to get our laugh on when we're through
But right now we got a job to do"
"So let's do it"
Hey yo, I stepped to the desk clerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her to listen up before she get hurt
"They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
What room they got?"
She paused and said "212"
Took the steps now I'm out of breath
I gotta stop smokin'
Them cigarettes goin' be the cause of my death
My heart beatin' fast now, 'cause it's about to pop off
Saw the door, let the Glock off, tore the lock off
Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace
I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face
Then my other two niggas ran in
Each had a cannon
Ready to take care, how we done planned it
"These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
We know they got stacks
'Cause they don't move with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose
"Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face
So I just had your back
You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at"
He gave me the address, then I ran outside
But first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash
A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash
I was dumb glad
The shit didn't fit in one bag
So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth
And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
"Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
Man, that's four bodies
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ's, split the money three ways
Now we all laughin' hard, getting nice and weeded
Celebratin' nigga, heist completed