This is a song about "The fuuk"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The more battles the better the flows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

And could i be a star

Down the street to the car,

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back