Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul
Verse 1:
My nigga man put me onto the scam a master plan
It's about 20 bricks of pure uncut in amsterdam
That ain't nobody claiming except this nigga from the camens
His name Damon last evening is when he came in
I think he gaming I know I seen him before
Flashbacks of black mac gats and packs of c4
Got my wrist trembling remembering the situation
I grabs the tre eight it's time for reconciliation
My obligation burn this nigga 'til he well done and tell him
I hear it's too hot burning in hell son
Rebellions I took precautions called my dogs in
Nickleplate across the margins to blaze your ssquadron
No pardons and no permissions pop the clip In
Keep pulling that trigger 'til that nigga chest is missing
I'm pissing on open wounds Mr. Iraq
And the guns that I pack will leave your shit looking like broken tools
Anyways I accepts the invitation
Nate had the platoon and necessary weapons waiting
Debating on how to move slowed the progression
Until my memory finally got it's resurrection
Chorus x2:
I promise the world these bitch niggas gon' die slow(die slow)
You can't breathe ain't no chance for survival
What you ride for if you ain't down to die for
What you believe in best duck when I blow
Verse 2:
Coming through customs it seems peculiar I clutch my pistol
Cause if the beef is coming sooner I'm spitting missiles
That's why I keep the gat packed in the jock strap
I cock the nine back when there's no time to scrap
Now back to the scam pass the mac to my man
Exiting the airport in the black caravan
Cadillac in the rear view make sure I take a note of
Flashbacks of Zach in the Cadillac with explosives
What's the motive we meet up with this bitch named Mrs. Knicks
Who says instead of 20 now it's 31 bricks
Where's it coming from some nigga was I
Put it all together when I heard her reply
Chorus x2:
Verse 3:
As I refresh my memory Dee was taped up in the chair
Blood was all over the place but no gun smoke was in the air
Plus that note taped to the chair
The call at 4:00 in the morning it's all clear
Murder murder
Anyway we arrives at the spot with the coke
Vest secured to my chest glock cocked in my coat
As we approach up out the blue that nigga nickleplate broke
I took cover behind a Cadillac and reached in my coat
Then he spoke all I seen was shots and clouds of gun smoke
Mrs. knicks was bussing at me I put two in her throat
Nate was 10 feet away holding the magnum four four
30 dots upon my head knot but I been here before
Kissed my rosary for those opposing me I snatched his gat back
That bitch nigga caught four in the chest nigga and that's that
Or so I thought so low behold from out the cold
Zachary came bussing at me had no time to reload
Chorus x2:
My nigga man put me onto the scam a master plan
It's about 20 bricks of pure uncut in amsterdam
That ain't nobody claiming except this nigga from the camens
His name Damon last evening is when he came in
I think he gaming I know I seen him before
Flashbacks of black mac gats and packs of c4
Got my wrist trembling remembering the situation
I grabs the tre eight it's time for reconciliation
My obligation burn this nigga 'til he well done and tell him
I hear it's too hot burning in hell son
Rebellions I took precautions called my dogs in
Nickleplate across the margins to blaze your ssquadron
No pardons and no permissions pop the clip In
Keep pulling that trigger 'til that nigga chest is missing
I'm pissing on open wounds Mr. Iraq
And the guns that I pack will leave your shit looking like broken tools
Anyways I accepts the invitation
Nate had the platoon and necessary weapons waiting
Debating on how to move slowed the progression
Until my memory finally got it's resurrection
Chorus x2:
I promise the world these bitch niggas gon' die slow(die slow)
You can't breathe ain't no chance for survival
What you ride for if you ain't down to die for
What you believe in best duck when I blow
Verse 2:
Coming through customs it seems peculiar I clutch my pistol
Cause if the beef is coming sooner I'm spitting missiles
That's why I keep the gat packed in the jock strap
I cock the nine back when there's no time to scrap
Now back to the scam pass the mac to my man
Exiting the airport in the black caravan
Cadillac in the rear view make sure I take a note of
Flashbacks of Zach in the Cadillac with explosives
What's the motive we meet up with this bitch named Mrs. Knicks
Who says instead of 20 now it's 31 bricks
Where's it coming from some nigga was I
Put it all together when I heard her reply
Chorus x2:
Verse 3:
As I refresh my memory Dee was taped up in the chair
Blood was all over the place but no gun smoke was in the air
Plus that note taped to the chair
The call at 4:00 in the morning it's all clear
Murder murder
Anyway we arrives at the spot with the coke
Vest secured to my chest glock cocked in my coat
As we approach up out the blue that nigga nickleplate broke
I took cover behind a Cadillac and reached in my coat
Then he spoke all I seen was shots and clouds of gun smoke
Mrs. knicks was bussing at me I put two in her throat
Nate was 10 feet away holding the magnum four four
30 dots upon my head knot but I been here before
Kissed my rosary for those opposing me I snatched his gat back
That bitch nigga caught four in the chest nigga and that's that
Or so I thought so low behold from out the cold
Zachary came bussing at me had no time to reload
Chorus x2:
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