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[Noreaga] Hey yo the same old G Yo thats my shit Switch cd`s threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up Flusher Meadow we call it `Lovers Lane` Every nigga probably here probably doin the same >From the front seat back seat Stashed in the glove compartment Where we keep the heat Shorty try to kiss me I`m like `I don`t kiss dont take it personal yo some ass this but it`s all good you could still suck my shit` She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck Askin me repeatedly to say `What what` She sucked my dick till I can`t even bust She sucked my shit I had no more nuts Heyyo it`s time to break before it get too late Had my wife out while I think I`m on a date But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread She said `One more time` and she grabbed my head I`m like `Wow she spittin on it gettin on it` Actin like she never had it like she really wanted I heard a knock on the window said `Don`t move` Yo I`m nearly stuck shorty jumped right up Heard a nigga say `Don`t move and give it up` At this point I`m shook turn around and I look BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass Broken window plus I got blood on my glass Get the car door open gat in my hand Still soapin lookin for who was approachin Blue suit damn I couldn`t see through the tints Ah fuck it I`ll say that it was self defense But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin But then yo a nigga just shot a cop Pig`s blood on my clothes pig`s blood on my glock But they just shot a black man Fourty one times He had no gat I got murder rhymes Whatchoo think they would`ve did if they see mine The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin I told her to chill before we get a felon My hand over her mouth I told her cut it out Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred Scared to death wishin I left The heat in the crib but I didn`t it was all red The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin I gotta cat crib in Jamaica My little cousin he ain`t gon say nuttin `Son it`s hectic right just hold me down aight?` I`m on Wanted Most America All of my phones is tapped now God Yo even my cellular Me and Martymore shout for sure Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore I gotta letter from the government the other day Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say It said `You can`t get away ya hear? -The KKK` My niggas is sayin I`m hot makin em hot I`m all over the news for hittin the cop But I`m still poppin partyin with John Chalkin He said `Before we talk we need a meal` I need to get myself up and he can make a deal I said `Fuck no I dont give a fuck though yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough` The same bitch that I was with I`m still wit Heyyo I felt her neck and I felt her tits Heyyo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired Remembered real quick feeling real sick I fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me `I was tangled in this all along Popy` Police got one and my Moms got the other copy I got bagged up for a bad suck I guess it`s over now nigga got bad luck
Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man I hope one of ya`ll got to fuckin Attica The other one go to Constalk The other one go to Clinton And the other one go to Sing-Sing And ya`ll all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in ya`ll fuckin assholes Fuck the fuckin NYPD Send " Flagrant Cops" Ringtone to your Cell