Pacino life, G a roll, casino At the Mirage, strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin' cigars, couples and Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin'
Spent the weekend, miss New York and it's odd 'Cause I'm the first to say it got too hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we the four-five 'Cause comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our bitches in the cluckin' Tellin' my who I was dancin' with like I was fuckin' Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was To the jungle of cement
Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, Told my dogs peace, kept in movin', I was beat Got to my crib, where the hell my went? Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't
Dropped my to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I around yo To the back, she be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, her hair I in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I incense Chased by a weed aroma, Guinness's
And lipstick marks on like empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet, size 12 Somethin' on the ceilin' fan, I stopped it Swingin' and slower
On the last swing I saw it was a and heard laughin' about my nine-side Glock but somethin' made me disregard it Started my way up to where the and music was at Froze, I react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin' with some Mumblin' shit, he had one on her ass And she was his dick, toastin' wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the
Searchin' for I found none, without a sound I left the house a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin', whylin', what I'm do? Call my man Horse, me outside, I'm comin' through
I thought you me I thought you for me I thought you me Did you in me?
I thought you me I you cared for me I thought you me Did you in me?
Got up with Horse, showed a on my face was mad lost I ain't know to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early, wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, play To the Grand Central, from the Van Expressway I said, "Bet you'll guess in a million years What I saw happenin' and probably still is
in my crib, some nigga fuckin' my wiz I saw dem, they see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I you to grab the nigga for me" Just I thought I found love, she shitted on me
in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would hit her today with My couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin' out the backwardly
Parked in the back of my house, couldn't see us Ran to the of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front I talked he had junk tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot
Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, him in her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, died, by mistake held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock, Horse me hide the bodies Heard sirens, I guess we out we out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin', inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm suicide
Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one Cocked the strap, then he ran out the Mad couldn't tell what was goin' on Sat on the near my dead girl, put her in my arms
her ring out my pocket I was savin' Put it on her ring finger the glock, and started prayin' To Muhammad and Allah, the most Through you, all things are possible, I know listenin'
I never meant for this to happen, I dreamed This'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder On that note, same time, the cops in my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen"
Put the nine to my head, the hammer, held her close the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" We
Stupid niggers