Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganja babylon come but they undercova they never really want me to stop sell ganja (they just want to take a cut of what you make so far) But Im not having it I load the SLR pack thje ganja BOOM they break down the door ha ha 3 shots exchange at close range out of 3 babylon hit one in the brain ha ha 2 shots hit the window pane I exchange 4 shots I drop and feel pain but Im not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window its a one storey fall Im fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin instead Im walkin round and blendin in wit the crowd another day, I gotta way, I gotta fix this problem someday but the very next day...
Chorus >repeat *2 Can stop wont stop sellin mad izm
all comeptition I gots to get wit em me nah go jail and me nah go prison (take it to his face kid dis em)
Im in another herb gate like a superstar 11:AM things are safe so far
I used to worry about the competition on the block but now the competition on the block is the cops and even blackwatch dont know where we lay well..(open up its the D.E.A.) ah man, just when I went for more led my door opens up wit the beam to my forehead wit nowhere to escape, I thought I was dead but I woke up instead in a cell on my bed I lay back down, then I heard a crack sound 2 D.T.'s came in and layed they glocks down one was whistlin a love song, he put some gloves on I thought to myself, damn somethings wrong boom bap, boom bap against my head I fell back on my bed, down to his feet the pain was insane but the hit was sweet cuz these dumb ass cops punched me right by the heat the glock, 2 shots, 3 shots they screamin then someone said..(ay wake up kid your dreamin) I said what dreamin, that nightmare was hell but as I look around, I was still in my cell damn I got myself caught up in a jam the D.T. that woke me up was like WHAT I wiped the saliva off my mouth then the D.T. said..(lets make a deal) no doubt no question, now started up the session no need for guessin, yes they want my supplier I said, what makes you think theres anyone higher he said..(dont be a god damned lier) you killed 3 D.T.'s yesterday you heard me but still the cops you knocked off, yesterday was dirty now the whole investigation is federal we want you to point out the rest of the cops that are criminal he continued to say you cant think it thru this whole drug game is bigger than you follow our plan man and you'll be free let me explain one thing so you can see we....
Chorus
Now Im back in the herb gate all wired up constantly thinkin about being tied up snap out of it, Im thinkin damn we like l's the federal and local cops got laws wit themselves and Im in the middle and cant solve the riddle my nose is runny {knock of door}..(let me get a 20) a 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown give me the whole brown clown or duck down {gunshots} god damn, god damn, here we go again but this time Im set up by my federal friends suddenly I hear (yo move from the door) {gunshot} followed by the shots sounded like a 4-4 {gunshot} after the violence, then there was silence then I heard (ah yo its us, open up the door) but rule number one, in this game is self reliance so I pickd up the mini Mac incase they wanted more the door opened up, the feds said what up they was stickin you up, so they had to get bucked suddenly a sense of trust came over me thought to myself.. .well soon I'll be free but as I turned around I heard the gun go click I said wait...but it was too late {gunshot}
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