bored
"State Property 2"
Baby Boy: Now lets go give him his 90 thousand.
"Door opens-Dipset sitten there with their shot guns"
Man get the fuck outta here,
ain't this a bitch?
Cam'ron: Gentlemen, gentlemen, good evening, you alright?
Baby Boy: Nigga, you seriuos?
Think you gonna rob us in a pink fucken robe?
Nigga you outta your mind.
"Shot gun cocks"
A'ight, ya'll.
Don't kill me tonight fam.
Cam'ron: Give me the fucking bag, George Jefferson.
You gentlemen have a good night.
Give everybody my love from me to the rest of your crew aight?
I'm gonna count this green money in my pink SUV.
Goodnight gentlemen.
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Ah shit the cops is comin,
these other cats runnin.
Thought they was gunnin,
naw my clique aint frontin.
we started wit nothin,
just trying to make somethin.
get to the top by any means,
take over like State Property with beans.
blow you away like Bon Jovi in U-571,
look what you have gone and done.
Found your self on the wrong side of the gun,
missed a chunck of your lung.
cops given up on your missen body,
dissapeared the same way murder was lost by Irv Gotti.
Street Heats the crew,
we hustlaz do what we do.
We know in the street,
Known wit the heat.
The heat of a rhyme,
the heat of a dime.
We are on the grind,
its our time to shine.
Say that one more time,
we on the grind.
Its our time to shine,
ya its our time to shine.
No not just a little bit,
we taken over this shit.
Didnt think i could do it,
oh look i just proved it.
Baby Boy: Now lets go give him his 90 thousand.
"Door opens-Dipset sitten there with their shot guns"
Man get the fuck outta here,
ain't this a bitch?
Cam'ron: Gentlemen, gentlemen, good evening, you alright?
Baby Boy: Nigga, you seriuos?
Think you gonna rob us in a pink fucken robe?
Nigga you outta your mind.
"Shot gun cocks"
A'ight, ya'll.
Don't kill me tonight fam.
Cam'ron: Give me the fucking bag, George Jefferson.
You gentlemen have a good night.
Give everybody my love from me to the rest of your crew aight?
I'm gonna count this green money in my pink SUV.
Goodnight gentlemen.
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Ah shit the cops is comin,
these other cats runnin.
Thought they was gunnin,
naw my clique aint frontin.
we started wit nothin,
just trying to make somethin.
get to the top by any means,
take over like State Property with beans.
blow you away like Bon Jovi in U-571,
look what you have gone and done.
Found your self on the wrong side of the gun,
missed a chunck of your lung.
cops given up on your missen body,
dissapeared the same way murder was lost by Irv Gotti.
Street Heats the crew,
we hustlaz do what we do.
We know in the street,
Known wit the heat.
The heat of a rhyme,
the heat of a dime.
We are on the grind,
its our time to shine.
Say that one more time,
we on the grind.
Its our time to shine,
ya its our time to shine.
No not just a little bit,
we taken over this shit.
Didnt think i could do it,
oh look i just proved it.