Where we at wit' it, Ali?
It's ConCreatures
Blockworks, let's get it
Was hopping out that black van (Like the A-Team)
Them hard times had a nigga in all black
Robbin' like I was Batman (Yeah)
Heard he sitting on a pack
Bleed 'em like a Tampax (Brrt)
Run up in his pad, nigga's biz getting ram-shacked (Ran on)
Last pill I took, went on a bad trip (We thought)
But the man from my dark past'll leave you in the past tense (Uh)
Spot off on crack spit
We cop and crash whips
Way the work wet, let it dry off on the napkin (Skrrt)
Chauncey want a Billups, Chucky want a Atkins (Only seven)
Cuddy doin' twenty dollar fill-ups
Swipin' on the platinum Mastercard
Head nigga back in charge, slap you wit' a hundred large
Mirror in his back pocket, he just practice lookin' hard
Whippin' crack up in the pot, cookin' up in pickle jars
Had a drive-through trap on West Grand Boulevard
Doggy just a yes man, I heard the nigga took a charge
Over some merch, lift up his shirt, can see the bullet scars
Just took the staples out his stomach 'bout a month ago
He took off with a cake and we chopped up his mother bungalow (Skrrt)
Got snatched up by the detectives, wanna know what I know
We only let off fifty but this clip come with a hundred mo'
Servin' all the clucks in the O
I was next to blow (Ay)
Had to line my ducks in a row
Tell 'em check the score
Three seconds left, inbound pass was Scottie Pippen (We shoot)
We got the game tied up Ali, stop trippin' (We score)
Where we at?
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