100SPOKES

INTRO:

Ah, yeah, Lord Infamous and DJ Paul...

In the house

You know I'm sayin', we finna to turn over a whole new beef

And start dissin' the ladies on these tapes, you know I'm sayin'

We finna bump that's off, somethin' like

This

VERSE 1:

I'm on a stakeout scopin' this **** in a pour down, nemesis

Big boy jag

Tennessee tags

Smoked out (?)

Smokin them herbs

Gotta get close to his ass

Anxious **** paranoid

My mind blinked out in the battle stage

Going up under the law

I stick and move Mista Playa Dre

He crossed the country, skunk funky

Watch me press the barrel on em

Make em donate to my charity

Nervous like I'm in a coma

Proceed with my mission

'Cause he still don't know, I'm on his tail

Got behind this fool (?)

Sticky situation (?)

For me... on the earth

Pull up to the red light

Scare him with the flashlight

Killas still Glock tight time for the dirt

Step to the back, left go my tool

Complete without my heat

Open it up and to (?)

Make him take his hands up off the seat

(?)

Take your feet up off the gas

Don't bring no drama to yourself

Red rum snatch (?)

Release this trick from the driver side

What we did not know sure hurt us

'Cause the pistol was supplied

VERSE 2:

Laid back, kicked back at my crib, Lil Yo thinking about hittin' that white

I'm watching channel thirteen news for the **** I killed at night

They got my description on the news, what I'm gonna do

They got my size, my height, my weight, my age and it's so true

I had nothing to lose, livin' in the street i don't wanna run

I'm tellin' you the truth from me to you, this is not no fun

I'm constantly having dreams, late at night 'bout evil thoughts

And plus I heard detectives found some evidence I lost

All of the sudden, out the of blue

Negative thoughts done run through my mind

One of them bitches got away and he is gon' try to make me do some time

And them other two bitches up in ICU in critical condition

I'm gonna get them triz-icks, so bitches and I finish my mission

I load up the thirty-two rounds then throw on my desert gloves

I'm so high, super high, so high I'm seeing murder slugs

I know where he stay, I'm on my way

I'm goin' through a thang

I'm goin' in-sizane in the junky thang just to get him mayne