Tajai:
Yo,
Its like this and only this,
So Im gon tell
Me and my moms in front of the mall, and then I seen this nigga, ramel
From fifth grade,
I knew this kid was swift
Paid was how his mind logged, so he got his grind on
But now its years later,
I say hey ta him
He flash his fronts fulla au, and hey you!
The warning drove from a seville as it sped by,
Lead fly, ratta-tat-tatta, his blood spatta
I strive ta, see the driva with my eye,
Moms grabbed sky, and caught lead in her thigh, i
Put her behind the trash can, dashed to my man,
It was to late, its sad that ramel was perferated
Waited and sweated, for the medics as my moms bled
Even if he was alive at the scene, by now my man rams dead
The cops do not care,
cause our skin has too much shade in it
Theyll dismiss this as some niggas misbehavin
But Ill never forget the driver of that blue seville
And live for the day to bust shots in his grill,
But still, I cant do this alone,
My crews line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
Opio:
Ill stay home, get some rest, call my girl an
Tajais on the phone, talkin about the worlds end
What happened?
Ya moms got capped an ya niggas dead?
Ya talkin about paybacks, and bullets in the head?
Well um, hoodz come in dozens, but I got a cousin,
That live around the block, an they got a glock,
An we can swiftly bust em
I trust em,
Wit my life, an plus the glock is light, an
Easily concealed, easy itll peel a cap right
Hey tajai, dont stop, rap too tight (? ? ? ? ? )
(opio: yo taj, man, you aight, man? )
(tajai: yeah, lets just get dem niggaz)
Maintain composure, hit the dosia,
Pick uh booga,
Dont be shook up, I got hook up
Look up my maniphesto, I need the special,
Teams for the schemes, get a-plus so he can brings
The blueprints,
To the residence,
The measurements and features
Were gonna cause explosions wit clorox bleach an(boom!)
Ping pong balls, hear through walls with a stethascope
Tap their phones, watch their every move with a telescope
Peep their favorite spots, inventing plots for their demise
On the dl, make sure, to the crimes, we have no ties
Phesto:
Around about noon I got a buzz on my ringa (ring)
What a humdinga, what happened to tajais mom?
Uh gonna was some kid named ramel
My mission was to flip the aparrel, escaping by my coattails
An from thrifty,
Swiftly lift the ping pong balls in hand
I ran where I was most suspected to be founded
Bounded up my pals and snuffed the ruffnecks who buck tips
Hollow and follow and trace every single face
Then deface them anyway we could
Infecting, injecting,
Hiv needles might be feeble, but
We was not wit the consequences being much worse
A-plus, will adjust the plan to work with no quirks
A-plus:
Ten oclock, on the dot, meet around the block
From his crib, we can get this kid shot, plus I got
His sister on my tip, she says shes ready to try us
Lets get her, an break off all her fingers wit some pliers(nah, thats
Ill)
Anyway, tajai, jet around to the back, an
Be strapped, since it was ya moms you should gat that
Criminal,
Shoot him in his kneecaps first
Dont waste no time, you see that grill, remember we blast first
Opio and phesto, lets go get the south window exits
In your nexxus(? ? ? ) is the moment we should flex, its
Definately on, I bust one to the front
We got the exits covered, theres no way that he can run
The stupid nigga ran to the back like I expected
Tajai said skip the knees, saw his grill, he shot and wrecked it
Death is what he got, yo he shot, an he started all the cappin
But now he knows: anything can happen!
compositores: ADAM CARTER, DAMANI THOMPSON, OPIO LINDSEY, TAJAI MASSEY
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