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Story Lyrics by Loon
Yea check it out uh yo Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga can't swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some sh*t n im rappin n sh*t to this platinum chick n what's f**ked up I got shorty in back of the whip im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical sh*t so I grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O sh*t this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole sh*t. Had to flee this sh*t is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest 1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red f**k it im fed im tryna figure if it's somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the sh*t is bananas my one plan was to hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up knowin u bout to get shot the f**k up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died right on the stop. No bullsh*t collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle f**k the pigs I don't own no shovel. What the f**k? Now all that bullsh*t I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this sh*t is some real bull sh*t man this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n b**ch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullsh*t man but Ima ride this sh*t out man 'cause I'm a motha fuc'n bad boy.