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Talk: i don&#39;t believe this shit here man
Y&#39;all niggas is fucked up word up
It&#39;s aight though imma get to the bottom of this shit
Check it

L.: yo what the fuck is
I go uptown to collect these checks
Come back to find my man body in blood shit stretched
Across the pavement
I know one of y&#39;all know some information
So imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation
Who shot the lr? was it you rock?
Rock: don&#39;t look at me, oc
I don&#39;t believe you think i
Shoot niggas on my team
We grew up on the same block
Set up weed spots together
Stacked a good amount of cheddar
Cracked a few brews, so never would i do that to my reverend
This crime, nobody witnessed?
L.: rock, my only lead is this photo if him kissin this mistress
That i found at the scene
Rock: hold up, she used to live around my way
Yo, shit is fucked up
I think i need a drink, pass the cavasiaa
L.: aight, i hear you kid
But if you didn&#39;t, nigga who did?
This bullshit, i ain&#39;t buyin it
Mr. lee?
Mr. lee: don&#39;t even try it son
My life is private
I handles my b-i, then i&#39;m slidin

Fuck it if it ain&#39;t about some real estate and what i&#39;m drivin
Get the picture?
No time to get caught in the mixture
Plus i was winnin with the
Lr in a joint venture
I know you feel that
Money&#39;s the motive nigga
But i&#39;m coming out of fiscal year with my
Number seven figures

Chorus: well, goddamn that niggas layin up in icu
Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue
That&#39;s some bullshit for real
Son was set up and yall won&#39;t say who
Somebody knows and yo, i think i got a clue

L.: so niggas what&#39;s the deal yall
Somebody squeal or imma fuck around and kill all
That fall just for frontin
Cuz somebody know sumthin
Yo, tray, i think it&#39;s you
You never showed love for my brother son
I should pop that ass now you pretty motherfucker
Tray: aight, you right, shit is true, i never really liked that nigga but
Despite my personal views i&#39;d never snipe the nigga
Fuck a oozy
When i&#39;m layin in jacuzzis
Sippin on don p, slayin a don piece
Chillin, makin movies which reminds me
Sis in the picture, i used to hit that
But, correct me if i&#39;m wrong, i coulda sworn i seen you wit that
Plus, yall never got along and you accuse me, wait a second yo
My question is what&#39;s wit the leather gloves and why you sweatin?
L.: what, are you suggestin
That i put one in my flesh and
Blood?
Tray: coulda been done
Rock: yeah, civil of the good son when the good one almost caught it
L.: yo, rock, don&#39;t even take it further
Cuz you was the last nigga wit him
Huh, did you attempt the murder?
Y&#39;all was supposed to come together
Rock: right, and we was on the way but then son had to make a run
Hold up dog, what are you sayin?
L.: that you&#39;re to blame, the last to arrive, the rest of us was early
Mr. lee: aight so just what time did you get here
L.: what, about 7, 7:30?
Mr. lee: fuck that you left for a second nigga
L.: nigga you know what, niggas is funny
Rock, that nigga drank your liquor
Mr. lee, he owes you money
But yall look at me like i&#39;m guilty
I find that hard believin
When my case and point is i&#39;m the only one without a reason

Chorus

L.: check it out, we all agree that he was the nicest mc
All: true dat, for real, aight
Mr. lee: but, l., you looked at him wit envy
L.: yo that&#39;s my brother, not me
I beg to differ
Mr. lee: aight then let&#39;s get back to this picture
L.: yo what about it
Mr. lee: niggas know you used to dig her
L.: she got a fat ass but i doubt it
Tray: oh yeah she got a fat ass
Mr. lee: you, hold up tray, he&#39;s killin me
L. used to hit it b
Before he went away to dc
That&#39;s right, remember that?
So all this doubt shit, yo i ain&#39;t feelin that
And it got you heated when you found out lr was killin that
L.: yo you still on that?
Mr. lee: yeah i&#39;m still on that and i would let it pass
But you the only nigga wit gloves and a mask, dumb ass
Blood splashed from sole to sole
Now you lookin petro
Caught you plottin from the get-go
But son ain&#39;t dead, though
L.: goddammit i knew it this . 38 special is bullshit and played
Next time i&#39;m blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge
I had it made, was on my way to la
To lay low, nigga
And stay to&#39;
Up off the hennesy
Fuck memories, yo we was enemies
And shit you didn&#39;t see, since we was young yo son was testin me
I let it get the best of me
Tray: it&#39;s jealousy
L.: yeah, yeah whateva b.
Yo, i admit that
I used to love her and i smacked it
But i&#39;ll be damned if imma let that nigga crack it

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