Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed

Tired as hell, I'm hearing voices in my head

Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door)

Screamed, "Who is it?", but i ain't hear that shit no mo'

Cocked my nine

I went to peekin' out the blinds

Thought it was fine

But at a unexpected time

The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home

Seen 'em comin' wit they face masks on

Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut

Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck

Hit 'em again

One in the neck, one in the chin

Then called the Law and said I did they ass in



Hook:

OK, you wanna play

You say you know where I stay?

Well, come today

Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya

I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it

You bitch you

OK, you wanna play

You say you know where I stay?

Well, come today

Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya

I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it

You bitch you



Say whodie, you won't believe what happened to me

A nigga all in my spot, and he askin' for me

See I wouldn't at the spot, but my broad was there

When she hit me on the phone, it's niggas in there

They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain

Them niggas from round there, they just doin' they thang

I respect the game

But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga

I'm gone take car my business

Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track

The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back



(Talking)



Bitch, we ain't straight no mo'

Hoe we used to have fun, we don't play no mo'

Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe

So I'm gone shoot you in yo face if you don't cough up that dope, bitch



Hook



This situation is a cold thang

I got to explain

Cause nigga this a cold game

I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh

But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales

Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt

Because I knew befo' long that they'll hang they self

I ain't no fool

Nigga that's why I play it cool

I know the shit you will and won't try to do

But what you came in wit, that's what you left wit (AHH HAA)

Because I'm three steps ahead, it's like you brainless

I been fuckin' wit money, I been having birds

I disassociated my self from bad nerves

Cause once you under pressure, you'll bust trick

And you the type of nigga that I can't trust bitch

And the nigga that went, you just a send-out

I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch 



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