Story

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Somebody slipped me at Mickey

A dust in my work coat

Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone

Can't find my phone so I can't even call home

Damn

Heard a nigga said he was buggin'

Where Sheek Louch or Jadakiss your cousin?

Wish one of them niggas could come get 'em

Cuz homey set 'em up and you know that he goin' wet 'em

Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there

Or what da fuck I was doing, my memory is ruined

If I blacked out this seems awkward

I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious

Searching for something that's familiar

But then I smell haze from Vanilia

I guess I'm on diet man and I [?]

Then I heard nutcracker and Vicodin and icе

It was the plugs right here, fuck thе gun but

Walk up in the big white van

Them niggas just kidnapped the kid

Telling me oh yeah boy you know what it is

I know where you live

I'mma bring you to the crib

If you don't get the money up, I'mma kill your kids

Told 'em nigga I just moved

He hit me with the gun and get my nose cold bruised

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Damn', came in the house took off my shoes

Put my feet up, grab the remote turn on the news

She's doodles, rhymin' noodles, [?]

I'm high, nigga bout to make pancakes

Or should I just go to sleep and then Styles come

He taking too long, and we supposed to do a [?]

Then my phone ring like yo "we got your man"

(Who's this?)

I hang up like this stupid bitch playing the game

Then he hit me with a picture of SP

I'm saying to myself why the kidnapper gon' text me

Fuck outta here LOL FOH

Then he sending a picture with a gun to his waist

I'm like oh shit

I need more liquor

I got money and everything don't touch my nigga

Where the meeting at, I'm coming to law, grab my chrome

Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone

(aiyyo Kiss)

Hey yo, god is funky out this bitch

Hah, it's the coward nigga trying to get rich

I swear to God I'mma lead this nigga right in the ditch

He like yo "chill chill, try to relax

Are you ready to go to war?"

I'm like nigga that's facts

Comin' we're on the back, sirens is on

And put a couple in the air, these niggas is gone

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

I grab the .44 long and did something sweet

Box of shells I already had to bump in the Jeep

Close casket I ain't even let nothing to see

Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P

They probably seen him making a bet

Puttin' it in

We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them

Like the line between love and hate couldn't be thin

Then rock like that or we wouldn't be friends

Ready to dump on site in front of the law

I met Louch on a cabine in front of the store

Was to call block to get them leaving number to call

He like nah

"nah son, private

Hop in thrivin'

Anything we have been through, we survive it"

Real talk, I just hope they don't try shit

Before we get to 'em or somebody got to die quick

Shit, I was lost for a second

I snap right back when we cross towards seven

Saying to myself shoulda brought the Mac-11

Seen no white van following the Porsche in a Seven

(yo who da fuck is those niggas man!!)

Damn', maybe I'm just illin'

The van made 'em right BM and the Porsche trailed 'em

(follow me, follow me)

We was too caused back

They went to the light

And pulled over by building

Still no signs of the ghost

We kept our eyes on 'em but then we then play 'em close

(watch out, watch out)

Seen a crib that they went in

Cocked my shit, Louch lipped another clip in

Knocked on the door with the hammers

They all looking at the play back on the cameras

(what da fuck)

Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons

Part of that short film P was directin'

"we needed to get it without rushin'

(got it)

Set it up right the white van was production

Pssh

''We caught shot yall from rear form

I got to shoot shit like this from here on"

Then we got high and bent

And laughed it off, yeah that's how that went

Word!

[Outro]

Fucking crazy

This nigga P

He got me and Louch

Riding all around Washington Heights

With motherfuckin' pumps

.44 launch desert eagles

All kind of shit to get you a hundred years

Looking for this nigga in one of these buildings

And the whole time he tapin' this shit for him and shooting a short film

Him and [?]

''We got the shit''

These niggas is the illest yo

Caught these niggas on cameras nigga

After we calm down

The Dominican niggas gave us a

Couple of ounces and couple bottles

We got high, drunk, we laughed that shit off

While these niggas was editing that shit

This shit is crazy yo

Haha