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Rob Markman
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Jason's Lyric
This body gotta die
This body gotta die
I don't give a fuck my baby girl gone
Don't even feel real like some shit about the soul
We about to be writin' everything went wrong
Let me start from the beginning I'm about to put you on
I had a little hustle, sellin' quarter-bricks
Got to get this money 'bout to have another kid
Fiends started comin', we got the block pumpin'
The money rollin' in, cops don't know nothin'
I ain't even get the Benz, I've pushed her hard and I want some bullshit
Why the fuck I need the new rib? (fuck that)
I'm gettin' money so these haters got a fever high
I needed money so I hooked up with Ceasar I
True fears, ain't a crew out could touch us
The operation growin', sophisticated hustlers
But then I got hit, and really caught me slippin'
Came home one night, two motherfuckers in my kitchen
My baby mother taped up, and they raped her
Stabbed my son with the phone, they took the stash and the paper
Layin' on the floor, can't believe that I got wet up
Back on my mind, I'm thinkin' Caesar had me set up
Somebody died, shit might come to war
Somebody died then they think I'm solved
Somebody die we ain't takin' the laws
To see if it's me in your shoe
What the fuck I'm supposed to do?
Gotta go to war, retaliate swiftly
Take my fam out the hood
Gotta do it quickly
Bought a Spider out in PA
Two hours from Philly
I gotta get load, these motherfuckers tried to kill me
Caesar hit my phone like 'Son, we gon' kill him'
'Who you think hit us?'
'Kid, be ain't no tellin', and I'ma call Amir Sing
We gon' put him in the car, it won't be long you know
The hood talkin', pistol with your son, violated yo wife
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Fuck that, we ain't lettin' shit slide'
Then Caes hung up the phone, I got a moment alone
And my gut tellin' me it was him all along
'Cause I ain't tell no one about the rape
Thinkin' to myself I gotta give him the date
Right, cop tickets to see Wayne at he Beacon (cash money shot)
Although this is the hit, but tonight I'm gonna see him
His crew roll deep, I know all the motherfuckers
Caesar is sing, and a couple of they brothers
I'm on the corner hand grippin' the Calico impatient
The show ended 'bout an hour ago
Then I see Caesar and I let the trigger squeeze
Fifty shots goin' pop, that's the Harlem magazine
I miss him, he ran, bloodstain on his kicks
So I turned the other way, took the burnin' sled
Somebody died, shit might come to war
Somebody died then they think I'm solved
Somebody die we ain't takin' the laws
To see if it's me in your shoe
What the fuck I'm supposed to do?
It's about 03:52 I don't know what else to do
Sink dip, I know we went to get his crew
His man Frank, he's always gettin' into somethin'
Plus he rap, he tryna make a bigger somethin'
I know they comin' so wifey pack the bags with the kids in the car
We gotta do it fast, get 'em outta town
'Cause this shit go down
My baby eight months and she got her daddy's smile
My lil' man, twelve, and he brave like me
But I never, ever, ever want him raised like me
Outside of the crib sayin' goodbye, tryna stay strong
The wifey see it in my eyes and I kiss my little girl
That'd be a last, Frank crept up behind me
Come with the mask, scream my name
Six shots, nothin' shorter
Took the round holdin' my daughter (Damn)
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