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-I got some bad news for you, Tony. Screendesign Leichlingen -Watch you got? -We lost the whole shipment. -What you mean we lost the whole shipment? -Columbian Drug Cartel, intercepted the whole shipment. -Those fucking guys! Every fucking time to happen! -I told you fuckers stick and fuckin move -and get the fuck outta there -Man, I sees a lotta people gots to die, now. Fuck! [Bootleg] Part 2! 19 muthafuckin 96! Bootleg the muthafuckin Rap Capone, Ghetto E and my nigga Shoestring finna stick and move and bust yo ass for the 9-6! My memory gets haunted by events in the past Had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last A brotha's out here stalkin me, well, bitch, you ain't know? I been poppin windowpane, my brain ain't the same no mo Livin just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me I'm seein the bloody images of the tools that bury me Skeletons they walk with me, while holdin my right hand My mother be weepin and cryin while watchin me box with a dead man Load the AK and spot a family and kill em all Take a butcher knife and spill some blood at the fuckin mall It's murder, you bitches better understand Muthafuck a plan, I'm bailin them bitches down where they stand Ho, you shoulda ran, but then again, I wouldn't advise you to Cause a 44 is good to go when I'm bustin caps at fools Sendin you hoes to school, but fuck the books and desks No description, no police sketch, you bitch, and no arrests Do your muthafuckin best to stop a villian on a killin spree Livin is so fuckin hard, dyin is easy to me Murder to the first degree, to me, gotta represent Kill for dead presidents, and flint is sweet like peppermint You never find my fingerprints so watch me get away Murder victim found, killa, though, free just like anotha day Hop up and the weight and get some yea back where I stay The fiends are like mosquitoes, empty needles, alleyways I'm goin through a thang, but take the pain, I'm a ghetto champ There's no qoute of law, my ho, neighberhoods are prison camps Food stamps and drug deals is all a nigga know Snortin cocaine got me addicted, nigga pass the blow Comin in yo spot, with my glock to make my getaway smooth Nigga close yo eyes no surprise bitch BOOM, anotha stick and move Chorus (2X): Movin in, movin out Take your cocaine out your house Shoestring: Hear no evil, see no evil Bitch and I done got away [Shoestring] A gigiddy-gangsta from the streets, so muthfucka don't make me bust ya Buck ya down quick, then bury yo ass, and then I bust up Like the fuckin terror that's on the creep to put your town away A silencer on that tip, so muthafucka there be no sound today I'm takin you niggaz to war, so playa hatas lock your door A AK-47 left his brains upon the foor I'm killin and dealin and fuckin around and frontin up out his stashes 3 killas with masses, all we leave is ashes Take yo shit in dashes, now I'm finna cash this The ??? for murder got me breakin out in rashes So hide yo rocks and rings, cause Shoes finna fill yo ass with holes Get you for your clothes and them rapports on your toes Strechin niggas out like limo, that's creepin down my block Shoestring's got a glock, can you follow it swallowed by hollow point shot Hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killer's creepin up from the past My finger's fast, and you done saw your fuckin last Shoestring's a killa, so don't fuck with this grim reaper Mo pop than a beeper, and'll hit you with this street sweeper Down where I'm dwellin, niggaz sellin, and eyeballs swellin Put snitches in ditches cause them bitches, they always tellin My click is thick, so we be screamin, "Fuck the law!" Creepin through states, it's 3 killas, you ain't never saw Not from the Shaw, so what the fuck the source was thinkin? Must of been drankin, and dankin, I'm a leave you stankin Better fuck than your mother The fuck than the nigga that's Shoestring Cut off your hand and all I want bitch is the rocks and rings My Polo's bloody, my case was lookin kinda muddy Stuck with this bald head, fuck the dread, leave him dead Rollin through sky, I'm so high, feelin this bent shit Lookin through that tint shit, still kickin flint shit S to the H to the O, to the E-S-T-R-I-N-G 96, pullin tricks, Ridin the deuce, with the dicks Out the ass, so scuse me as I drops my groove I'm dickin yo chick, my pocket's thick Nigga it's time to stick and move Chorus (2X) [Ghetto E] Ungh! Rat-t-t-tat-tat, I'm a take him up out his misery Put his ass in a box, and leave him as a memory (See when you sleep, that's when we creep, ungh Get off your toes, knock you off your feet) game I peep I did not know him, but I met him, and now I got him Master mass took my shit off, and then I shot him Left him bloody with no money, cut off his pocket Grab my glock, cocked, and seen his head pop and dropped it And now it's rollin like a muthafuckin bowlin ball (You sendin him who, you sendin him where?) I'm sendin him to the graveyard No time to play, Eric Dorsey's on another mission I call him Jody, he be Cody, Cody's in the kitchen Them niggaz talkin, conversation kept em on the phone Killa gone, grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home Let's get him gone, put him in a headlock Till he heard him choke Took the nerve that he used to oop my cane with And I slit his throat Creeped up on Jody, Jody's dead, and now the shit is smooth Got away with the money and the yea Eric Dorsey's on a stick and move Chorus (4X)
