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I Gotcha Back
- Yo, I got a homie, trust him with all my heart
- We a great team together, so why start?
- Us two always make shotties clutch and bust, bitch
- We leave bodies dumped in dumpsters, hotties come in clusters
- [And my man a rizzer like he a member of Tang](rizzer sounds like RZA, a member of Wu Tang Clan)
- So we always coming home with some slender or thick dames
- One day, I heard him talking on the phone
- He was talking 'bout some dude and fucking up his dome
- He said: "When we bust that snake, y'all gotta finish the job"
- I know he was talking 'bout busting shit with the squad
- When he saw I hear him, he kind of freaked out
- I said: "Come on, we gotta try some rhymes and beats out"
- I ain't really gave a fuck 'bout that phone call
- I did give a fuck that he messed up his rap flow though
- He seemed stressed after he saw I heard his conversation
- But I don't care why he wanted to cock the gauges
- One night, we sat down and he said he want to murder
- He need to murk a fuck, some punk I ain't heard of
- He had problems with a dude, planned to kill him
- That prick's life was worth less than the jewels that man stealing
- Homie told me he'll eliminate that nuisance quickly
- I seen it from distance, it have nothing to do with me
- I got no weapon, I'm too scared to shoot with rifle, aight?
- My bro getting closer, he'll see doom in arriving night
- He was three meters behind him, then threw a flying knife
- Fucker turned around and dodged it, 'cause the crook admired life
- My man pulled a gun out his pocket, shot bullets right beside
- The head, the shoulders, then it bruised the eyes and thighs
- At that moment he was certain he'll crucify the guy
- He knocked him off his feet, next shot blew the rival's spine
- He shot the last bullet, he know that dude there lying, died
- Took his clothes off and saw the loot is shining bright
- I ran up to my man, he held keys to a whip
- We was happy that pussy fell deep to abyss
- We drove his Benz to us, ran over three pedestrians
- When I got in my crib, I heard: "Please, you need to let me in!"
- Some fucker was ringing the doorbell repeatedly
- I thought that if it's no mailman, I don't need to be
- Opening the doors up, it's a nuisance and it's stupid
- Minute later, heard a sound of hound chewing on a human
- So when I did open the door, I only saw a skeleton
- And a couple of guts, their consistence was like gelatine
- I just heard the sounds of murder, but it's not my problem
- So I close the door again, I surely gotta lock it
- An hour later, I hear the fucking cops are knocking
- I grab a kitchen knife, I know God is watching
- But there's no excuse for disturbing my peace
- The next day news might be: "Man murdered police"
- So I unlock and open the door quickly
- Then I hear a cock, all over the floor of me there's smithereens
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