(feat. Capone)



[Verse 1: Ali Vegas]

It went down in front of Shady Trace cocaine spot

You know the one who keeps his lady laced and choke strange cops

When his brother name Square Dave rope chain dropped

He hesitated then regulated with the dessert curtailed

Accelerated up the block and celebrated

Not knowing if his victim fellow made it

The only ones who waited was me and little Donny, with the snotty nose

I guess his body froze when the Shoty rose

Papa's hoes ran up on ya man Chuck

Told him to stand up, let the whole fam struck

They impounded the tan truck, matter fact it was a blood stained Rover

The brother said his thugs ain't know ya

Pulling off yelling "It ain't over"

That's when my mind flipped

He might send some fine dipped dime chick

in a recline whip to play the crime strip

Throw the gat on her and let the nine spit

Never my room we gotta find prints

Boy is found floating in the river with his spine split

But in the mean time it may be easy cause you know how time takes



[Hook]

Ayo a gangsta's life is full of diamond rings

Pretty hoes, fast cars, and expensive things

Shoot outs, drugs, and X, and all types of schemes

In the club popping bottles with the thugs on ya team



[Verse 2: Capone]

Yo what's under the sky is foul, criminals, run down hoods

White bags traded in styles, Indian style

Me and Vegas we take paper

Wet mines, I wet yours

War with you whipping dust off

Think you hiding when I'm next door

Keep guns stashed in the Lex door

Run fast like Kearse, the ghetto cursed me

Who first to bleed?

I smoke personal, 4-4 tools

CNN news:  two slain on the Q train

I flood chains and rings

QB niggas is kings

What the night bring?

Dice games with bets out a nigga price range

Slumped fiends, looking for white thing

My money moves got advice with slang

I'm 24-hours ahead of the game, like open every hour

Niggas pushing up flower, if they would only part with a coward

Respect real,  I throw a tec to your grill



[Hook]



[Capone]

Yo dun I pop the top lock 

[Ali Vegas]  

Yo I kick in the door

[Capone]

I grab his bitch up

[Ali Vegas]  

Yo son I grab the brick out the floor

[Capone]

Watch his mans by the window dun

[Ali Vegas]  

Here I go with the mac

[Capone]

Son I got em

[Ali Vegas]  

Put one in his lung and his back

[Capone] 

With Giraffe on the lookout 

[Ali Vegas]   

And Sleep on the wheel

[Capone]

We could get away clean

[Ali Vegas]  

Park the jeep on the hill

Flame biscuit and cop plan tickets to Brazil

[Capone]

We could hide the coke in sand

Wash money through Poke and his man

We wild, turn Loc on the stand

[Ali Vegas]  

It was shiesty, but we had to set Mikey up

Word on the street a coke head smoked Dred and cut his wifey up

[Capone]

We might have to get Tone touched with a gem

[Ali Vegas]  

Mets hat, razor tucked in the brim

Leave the truck to GM

Come back to the hood gun tucked in the Tims

[Capone]

We keep it family, never fuck with a friend

I'll body for Vegas, Vegas'll body for Pone

We got it swoon

[Ali Vegas]  

Wait for the day that Guliani get body and Gotti come home