| Listen up, I got a story to tell
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| Live from New York, I got a story to tell
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| It’s not easy in this life of mine
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| Call my man up, ‘cause yesterday he told me money comin'
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| I got a spot with surveillance, I see what comes and goes
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| He told me meet him there in twenty, took the Range and drove
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| I hate driving so I gave the keys to Petey
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| When he drop me off I told him get a steak and cheese with loosies
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| Walked in the building, my man already there setting up
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| Gave him dap and went straight into my office waiting
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| I swear to God, fifteen minutes went by, I hit the buzzer
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| Looked in my camera to see who was comin', I thought nothin'
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| Then I seen him pull the mask on, eyes lit up
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| Grabbed the gat by the safe, already loaded it up
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| Gave my mans a heads up, already ready by the sala
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| Niggas coming to rob me but getting nada
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| As soon as they kick the door, I started blastin'
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| I see my man hit the floor, felt tragic
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| But I ain’t going out, yelling every time I let a shot off
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| You better kill me nigga, pop off, turn the lights off
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| I’m by the office door tryin' to creep
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| Feeling like Carlito in the bathroom and I have to pee
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| While Training Day playing on my flatscreen
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| Yo, yo, y’all niggas came to rob me?
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| Well fuck it, nigga, somebody dying!
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| Gotta make it count, but now I’m feeling I ain’t making it out
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| Been silent for a few, I know they planning shit out
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| Got a picture of my son, took a glance, wiped a tear and I’m blazin'
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| Not paying attention to who was there
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| Them niggas that tried to rob me must have dipped
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| And my homie that set the deal up, his body stiff
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| But I see another body not accounted for, sandwich on the floor
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| It was Petey, I forgot that I sent him to the store
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| Now I’m bugging, not knowing what to do
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| I said a hail mary for Petey but I’m hungry too
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| So I took the steak and cheese running down the stair case, fed up
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| ‘Cause he forgot to ask for mayo and ketchup, stupid |