UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*)
Hahin the streets and in jail
Yeahyo it's your man Big L
I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me
Check it outuhh - bust it
Aiyyo I just left the studioand it's about two in the morn'
Just finished doin a song
Now I'm ready for sleep
but first I want spaghetti to eat
and it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the Jeepstash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarsebarely can speak
I called back on the cell - it's Corle'mad as hell
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 wifeyou sure?" "Yeah I'm sure
I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door"
"Say no morewhich one?"
"The one in Jersey sonright over the bridge"
"We goin' hurt those hoes" "AND hurt both of them kids"
Now I'm in the Range
Switchin lanesdoin a buck 'n change
I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames
I reach the destination
Grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggaz fuckin up my reputation
I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
Ice-grilllookin like he had a license to kill
and he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup
Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up
"Yowho that in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs"
"OhI didn't recognize you with your hat down
Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out
I hope you ain't scaredthere's no time to back out
We gon' take the backroute
pull the gats outthrow the mask on
We ain't leavin til everyone's deadand all the cash gone
We gon' get our laugh on when we through
but right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it!"
I stepped to the deskclerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her listen up before she get hurt
"They just walked inparty of fourtwo chickstwo males
What room they got?" She paused and said "212"
I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin
Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death
My heart beatin fast nowcause it's about to pop off
Saw the doorlet the glock offtore the lock off
Took a deep breaththen ran inside at a quick pace
I felt disgracedI shoulda shot that bitch in the face
Then my other two niggaz ran ineach had a cannon
Ready to take care what we been plannin
These two crab catswe know they hustle upstate
We know they got stacks
cause they don't fuck with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose
And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back
"You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at"
He gave me the address then I ran outside
but first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got thereI found 50 ki's in a stash
a hundred pounds of grassand two million in cash
I was dumb gladthe shit didn't fit in one bag
So I got threefilled 'em all up to the teeth
Then put the bags in the vanthen I locked the truck
When I got backCorle' done popped them punks
"Aiyyo fuck it Lwe might as well pop these studs"
Now that's four bodies
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ'ssplit the money threeways
Now we all laughin hardgettin nice and weeded
Celebratin niggaheist completed
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