[Verse 1]
Yo, ayo, two niggas set up shop
On the block in the middle of the hood where shit is hot
One eye for the stick up kids, one for the cops
And third on that money so the Glocks stay cocked
These niggas nothin' nice
Only two beat the rapper in a homicide jewelry heist in Crowns Heights
Stuck Jamaicans up on the hill, took they ice
Took they money, took they life
Now back for revenge, waiting to get em
Is the Jamaicans niggas niggas waitin' to kill em
And these niggas wit it and they love the drama
Shootout in broad day with no armor
Know they going out so they goin' with honor
Til then get money and bust a llama
Never hesitate to bust cause you winning
Round em you knew you won't live another minute
[Chorus]
Ayo you gotta be careful when you fuckin with dem streets
Cause you never really know what you in til you in it
Keep your eyes open every motherfucking minute
Getting fast money and your ass better spin it
Gotta be careful when you fuckin wit dem streets
Cause you never really know what you in til you in it
Keep your eyes open every motherfucking minute
Getting fast money and yo ask better spin it
[Verse 2]
Now the Jamaican niggas were following these niggas for weeks
Watching how they roll, get dough, eat, shit and sleep
Next morning niggas had to make a drop
Hopped in the coup, lit the blunt and cocked the Glock
Rolled out, hit the destination, hopped out
The Jamaican niggas came from the left with TECs
Guns was drawn in each others face, ways testing next
One say 'Ay boy time to pay respect'
Holding the calico he said 'Hell no'
'We are all telling the motherfucking devil hello'
Just then the police rolled up
'Freeze, don't shoot, drop your weapon, halt the Glock'
Somebody licked a shot
To be continued...
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