Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit

Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb shit

Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store

Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four

I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim

When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him

To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor)

Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang

Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain

He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names

I thought great, it was time for me to shake

But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait)

When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it

I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it

He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor)

I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?"

Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce

walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice

Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose?

Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money

He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy

They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face)

"Well they got my car and my fuckin license plate

Man get the fuck gone" (Murs why you gotta hate)

"Hate nor love got shit to do with this

You better run for the fives come through this bitch

You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes

To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right)

Then he bolted up the street

once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief

But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker

left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat