[Skit]
[Noreaga]
Hey yo the same old G
Yo that's my shit
Switch cd's threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here probably doin the same
>From the front seat back seat
Stashed in the glove compartment
Where we keep the heat
Shorty tɾy to [C7]kiss me
I'm like [F]"I don't kiss
don't take it personal yo some ass this
but it's all [Em]good you [A7could still suck my [A]shit"
She star-stɾuck bitch just wantin to [C7]f*ck
Askin me ɾepeatedly to [C7]say "What what"
She sucked my [A]dick till I can't even bust
She sucked my [A]shit I had no more nuts
Heyyo it's time to [C7]break before it get too late
Had my [A]wife out while I think I'm on [C7]a date
But I ɾolled the ρhilly and [Bm]I counted my [A]bread
She said "One more time" and [Bm]she grabbed my [A]head
I'm like [F]"Wow she spittin on [C7]it gettin on [C7]it"
Actin like [F]she never had it like [F]she ɾeally wanted
I heard a knock on [C7]the window said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped ɾight up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and [Bm]give it up"
At this point I'm shook turn around and [Bm]I look
BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got [Fm7]blood on [C7]my [A]glass
Get the car door open gat in my [A]hand
Still soapin lookin for [Dm7]who was [Am7]approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
Ah f*ck it I'll say that it was [Am7]self defense
But the bitch started yellin ɾaisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to [C7]see tellin
But then yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on [C7]my [A]clothes pig's blood on [C7]my [A]glock
But they just shot a black man
forty one times
He had no gat I got [Fm7]murder ɾhymes
Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of contɾol wildin screamin and [Bm]yellin
I told her to [C7]chill before we get a felon
My hand [Bm]over her mouth I told her cut it out
Gat to [C7]the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred
Scared to [C7]death wishin I left
The heat in the crib but I didn't it was [Am7]all [Em]ɾed
The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
I gotta cat crib in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon [C7]say nuttin
"Son [C7]it's hectic ɾight just hold me down aight?"
I'm on [C7]Wanted Most America
All of my [A]ρhones is tapped now God
Yo even my [A]cellular
Me and [Bm]Martymore shout for [Dm7]sure
Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and [Bm]yo I peep what it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK"
My niggas is sayin I'm hot makin em [A]hot
I'm all [Em]over the news for [Dm7]hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin partyin with John Chalkin
He said "Before we talk we need a meal"
I need to [C7]get myself up and [Bm]he can make a deal
I said "F*ck no I don't give a f*ck though
yo the cop asked for [Dm7]it plus a nigga got [Fm7]dough"
The same bitch that I was [Am7]with I'm still wit
Heyyo I felt her neck and [Bm]I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered ɾeal quick feeling ɾeal sick
I fell to [C7]the floor hancuffed the bitch got [Fm7]me
"I was [Am7]tangled in this all [Em]along [Am]Popy"
Police got [Fm7]one and [Bm]my [A]Moms got [Fm7]the other copy
I got [Fm7]bagged up for [Dm7]a bad suck
I guess it's over now nigga got [Fm7]bad luck
Yo to [C7]the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man
I hope one of ya'll got [Fm7]to [C7]fuckin Attica
The other one go to [C7]Constalk
The other one go to [C7]Clinton
And the other one go to [C7]Sing-Sing
And ya'll all [Em]wear wigs and [Bm]lipstick and [Bm]get fucked in ya'll fuckin assholes
F*ck the fuckin NYPD
