| Take a journey with your boy in the dark corners of his mental
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| Hope it stays pleasant
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| 12 A.M., a knock’s on his window
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| Through the curtains knew if he should let the person in so
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| It was his boy off of Pete Rock and he got
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| A gun he took from his reef box that come with three shots
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| He said, nigga is you down for this stick-up
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| Replied he’s ready as they hopped inside the Chevy pick-up
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| Got to the spot, his boy Pete from the passenger
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| Through the glass at the dude with cash getting gas for sure
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| They saw his car by the leaded and unleaded pumps
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| The worker would serve him, head down, looking red and flushed
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| The dude turned around and (?) felt concerned and frowned
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| Plan a return, started the car, and circled out
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| 12 A.M., he’s on the kitchen table
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| Dick licked enabled by a chick thick as J-Lo
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| He grabs for the last rubber in the stash he has
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| Too bad cause the (?) half and half
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| Replied stay here, that’s what he told the skeezer broad
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| Starts to leave (?) small heater underneath his draws
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| Speeding in his car, appears as if he’s drag racing
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| So fast, he almost go past the nearest gas station
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| Pulls aside at pump five, (?) for his errands
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| Looks up and sees an Arab staring at the get he wearing
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| The bell rings from him jerking back the door
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| Then he caught eyes with the person that was working at the store
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| In and out of each aisle, he finds the rack of condoms
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| But in his mind he kinda feel chills behind his back
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| Told the man at the counter to put ten on five
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| Then he turned around and saw these guys out the window drive
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| The worker caught his attention so he could pay the (?)
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| But was stuck when the truck outside was skating off
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| 12 A.M., a man works for hours
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| To scan the amount of the purchases that land on his counter
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| This woman had a bunch of items
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| He helped her, she left, he bout to get dressed
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| But then another ride comes
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| He saw a Black guy who decide he possibly look
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| Like a crook, he shook, cause on this job you see robberies
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| Dude was pulling at the door but when he walks in
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| He’s on him like a hawk when he walks man
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| His thoughts ran
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| Eyes watch him up and down, left and right aisle
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| Hit the rack stack with the back to back packs of Lifestyles
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| He came forward with the purchase but he felt nervous
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| The Black male seems he does crack sales, murders
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| The guy replies ten on five, the men drove by
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| He had his head down but heard it
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| When they skirted
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| They both hopped out the truck, pulling their mask down
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| It’s obvious they didn’t come here for gas now
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| The man behind the register saw the two coming
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| He reached beneath for his piece like a true gunman
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| Hands shaky, his hands forming beads of sweat
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| The two rush inside, the other guy hasn’t seen them yet
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| One yells, hand me your earnings off every purchase spent
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| The (?) burning at the same time the worker did
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| Dude in the back, out there hiding behind the condom rack
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| Speechless, reaches to palm his gat, where the robbers at
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| He rolls high with a four-five, but with both eyes
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| Saw the second robber draw a Tec from out his coat side
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| That automatic that the Arab cat was shaking
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| He was scared and panicked
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| Shot the robber with the cannon blazing
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| After the robber caught the slug his foot was staggering
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| Clapping the Arab who perished and sent bullets scattering
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| The other robber was shot from a gun, that popped once
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| In the eye By the guy who was shopping for condoms
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| And even he was murdered when the Arab’s gun spilled
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| Strays his way, so there he lay
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| Now everyone’s killed |