The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

[Intro]

Yo you can keep asking them fucking questions all fucking day man, I told you that, I told you the fuck happened, man

Told your partner the same thing, man

How long a nigga gotta stay here? Raggedy-ass precinct

[Verse 1]

It was money on the table with the bricks

I was in the livin' room feelin' on this bitch

Heard my car alarm going off on my 6

So my dogs start barkin' and some niggas hit the fence

So I take my dick out this bitch mouth and walked to the window

Pulled the blinds down and took one hit of the Indo'

Them niggas ain't doing shit, but stealin' my neighbors rims so

Walked back to the couch and told the bitch to bend over

That's what I'm rollin' with...

Nah, I ain't seen shit and I ain't snitchin' on nobody

Yeah, that's my .45, but it ain't got no bodies

Them two dead niggas? Them is nobody

They should have torched 'em, then you wouldn't have had no bodies

I mean, look at these pictures, shit's so sloppy

Couldn't have been me, I do my shit like John Gotti

Feed a nigga to the sharks after dark

[Verse 2]

Man, fuck this shit, I thought I told y'all

It was money on the table by the bricks

I was at the kitchen table choppin' up some shit

Listenin' to Jeezy and I heard a little (*bullet sound*)

So I turned the radio down and cocked my four-fif'

Oh shit... Am I hit? Nah, just a hole in my Jordan fit

So I turn down all the lights and cocked my four-fifth

Seen some niggas jump in they Escalade and that was it

How much longer I gotta stay in this mothafucka?

Let me get a cigarette, I don't even smoke

But shit, y'all got a nigga stressed

I gotta stay in this mothafucka 'til I confess?

Shit, y'all bitches better get some rest

'Cause it'll be a cold day in Miami

'Fore I snitch on myself or the 'hood, you understand me?

Yeah, I fuck with the Bulls but I ain't Sammy

Niggas runnin' 'round the 'hood singin', they should get a Grammy

And you two motherfuckas should get an Oscar

With this good-cop-bad-cop shit, take me to process

'Cause I don't eat breakfast with no pigs

I watched First 48 so fuck your 25 years

No evidence, no bid, I don't know who split them niggas' wigs

[Verse 3]

Already told y'all, it was money on the table with the bricks

I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit

Then I heard my dogs barkin', and some noise by the fence

So I ran to my room and reached for the four-fifth

Then I seen three niggas by my back door

Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more

So I reached for my chopper and some clips out the drawer

Guess I had to welcome niggas to the gun store