It's About Lunchtime Somewhat Near Noontime
Start The Day Off With A 50foot White Line
On A Glass Mirror That My Boy Just Delivered
Thats My Nigga Getting High Before I Die Go Figure
I'm Blackin Out The Windows And Planned Sumthin Quite Simple
Load Up A Couple Of Burners As The Sky Started To Drizzle
Thinking Skillful On How To Leave The Whole 17th Precint Cripple
With An Arsenal Of Only 4 Pistols
Damn The Drugs Just Hit Me, Paranoia Came Swiftly
I Pointing Guns At The Cieling, Thinkin Someones Hearing Me
Goin Insane Feelin Adrenalin Racin Through My Veins
My Boy Poured More Cocaine On The Glass To Further Pulsate My Pain
And At That Very Moment It Started To Rain
Cocked Back The Guns And Proceeded To Run
Through The Front, Shunned And K.O.ed Some Eldery Nun
Palmin The 44 With A Fuckin Lock-Jaw Mumblin Fuck The Law
Precint's Right Down The Block At Same The Rain Decided To Stop
Runnin Like A Crackhead For The Rock As My Other Gun Got Cocked
In The Background I Hear Lil Girls Screamin Faint Voices Of My Team men
And Why The Fuck Is My Fuckin Nose Bleedin?
Damn Forgot To Say Goodbye To My Seeds In
My Mother's House Wifee's Gonna Be Fightin And Grieven
Look At Me Dodgin Bullets, Bobbin And Weavin
Bang!

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