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Somebody slipped me at Mickey A dust in my work coat Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone Can't find my phone so I can't even call home Damn Heard a nigga said he was buggin' Where Sheek Louch or Jadakiss your cousin? Wish one of them niggas could come get 'em Cuz homey set 'em up and you know that he goin' wet 'em Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there Or what da fuck I was doing, my memory is ruined If I blacked out this seems awkward I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious Searching for something that's familiar But then I smell haze from Vanilia I guess I'm on diet man and I [?] Then I heard nutcracker and Vicodin and icе It was the plugs right here, fuck thе gun but Walk up in the big white van Them niggas just kidnapped the kid Telling me oh yeah boy you know what it is I know where you live I'mma bring you to the crib If you don't get the money up, I'mma kill your kids Told 'em nigga I just moved He hit me with the gun and get my nose cold bruised Letras de canciones Damn', came in the house took off my shoes Put my feet up, grab the remote turn on the news She's doodles, rhymin' noodles, [?] I'm high, nigga bout to make pancakes Or should I just go to sleep and then Styles come He taking to the [?], and we supposed to do a [?] Then my phone ring like yo "we got your man" (who's this?) I hang up like this stupid bitch playing the game Then he hit me with a picture of SP I'm saying to myself why the kidnapper gon' text me Fuck outta here LOL FOH Then he sending a picture with a gun to his waist I'm like oh shit I need more liquor I got money and everything don't touch my nigga Where the meeting at, I'm coming to law, grab my chrome Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone (aiyyo Kiss) Hey yo, god is funky out this bitch Hah, it's the coward nigga trying to get rich I swear to God I'mma lead this nigga right in the ditch He like yo "chill chill, try to relax Are you ready to go to war?" I'm like nigga that's facts Comin' we're on the back, sirens is on And put a couple in the air, these niggas is gone I grab the .44 long and did something sweet Box of shells I already had to bump in the Jeep Close casket I ain't even let nothing to see Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P They probably seen him making a bet Puttin' it in We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them Like the line between love and hate couldn't be thin Then rock like that or we wouldn't be friends Ready to dump on site in front of the law I met Louch on a cabine in front of the store Was to call block to get them leaving number to call He like nah "nah son, private Hop in thrivin' Anything we have been through, we survive it" Real talk, I just hope they don't try shit Before we get to 'em or somebody got to die quick Shit, I was lost for a second I snap right back when we cross towards seven Saying to myself shoulda brought the Mac-11 Seen no white van following the Porsche in a Seven (yo who da fuck is those niggas man!!) Damn', maybe I'm just illin' The van made 'em right BM and the Porsche trailed 'em (follow me, follow me) We was too caused back They went to the light And pulled over by building Still no signs of the ghost We kept our eyes on 'em but then we then play 'em close (watch out, watch out) Seen a crib that they went in Cocked my shit, Louch lipped another clip in Knocked on the door with the hammers They all looking at the play back on the cameras (what da fuck) Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons Part of that short film P was directin' "we needed to get it without rushin' (got it) Set it up right the white van was production Pssh We caught shot [?] from rear [?] I got to shoot shit like this from here on" Then we got high and bent And laughed it off, yeah that's how that went Word! Fucking crazy This nigga P We gotta [?] With motherfuckin' punks .44 launch desert eagles All kind of shit that get you a hundred years Looking for this nigga and want And the whole time he tapin' this shit for him and shooting a short film Him and [?] We got the shit These niggas is the illest yo Caught these niggas on cameras nigga [?] Couple of ounces and couple bottles We got high, drunk, we laughed that shit off While these niggas was editing that shit This shit is crazy yo Haha From Letras Mania