| The time is 1:12 in the ATL
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| I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle
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| In the V12 headed to the hotel
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| Hydro lit up weed in the air
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| She feening to get bent legs in the air
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| She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
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| We interrupted by a phone call by Joe the player
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| That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
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| Since it’s money over bitch, yeah that’s my shit
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| That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon shit
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| That boy said he just hit a big ass lick
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| And he’s sitting on top of a 112 bricks
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| And he’ll let the boy get it 12 a brick
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| If I drive a 100 miles probably get there quick
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| I’m calling the clique tryna scrounge for cash
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| I got a least a quarter million buried in the stash
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| Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash
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| That nigga lick for the shit he got to get off it fast
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| I’m at my grandmamma’s house, flashlight and shovel
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| Digging up the iron box getting dirt on the bezel
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| Now I’m heading to the meeting spot with the cash
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| I got two little niggas with me with ski masks
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| They snort pile snow and shoot real fast
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| So if Joe fuck up it’s Joe’s black ass
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| If he try some funny shit like Dave Chappelle
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| We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel
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| We gon' leave whole clip in that nigga hair
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| Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building
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| If that nigga get cute we ain’t talking we killing
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| And that’s anybody man, woman, pets, and children
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| Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash
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| Gon' find they ass right next to God real fast
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| I arrive at Joe’s room, it was suite 112
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| Immediately I asked him who got the yayo
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| He responds back who got the cash
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| I tell him me motherfucker now let’s do this fast
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| That’s when I noticed this tall nigga looking like a fag
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| And three dread niggas in the back smoking hash
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| Four white hoes just giggle and laugh
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| And I’m telling Joe I don’t do business like that
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| Put them hoes out the room and tell your man
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| To go sit in the back with Bob Marley’s band
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| This nigga bust out the bathroom pistol in hand
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| He was yelling, screaming, shooting, and missing
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| It was like that first scene in that movie Pulp Fiction
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| Before I could duck big Zack was spitting
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| Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian
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| The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping
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| The tall ass faggot caught one to the head
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| And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead
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| Joe hiding behind the wet bar shaking and scared
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| And I’m screaming motherfucker I got one for your head
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| By now my two little shooters came in something vicious
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| They killed niggas twice even murked the white bitches
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| I’m looking at Joe all shaken and scared
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| While I got the 44 to the middle of his head
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| I’m telling him homes look at yourself
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| You balled up in the corner you done shit on yourself
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| You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact
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| I can’t kill you homeboy I’ll leave that to Zack
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| Cupid doesn’t lie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Dope Story , by - Killer Mike. Song from the album The Killer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп