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Woke up at 7:30 early in the morning last week |
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Sun shining in my face, I wiped away the sleep |
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From my eyes, from the beginning - OH SHIT, what do you know |
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Two guys standin with guns at my bedroom window |
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I played it cool, peeped the tools they carried in they hand |
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Two three-fifty-seven Mags and one on the bedstand |
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I had my, piece under the pillow cause that's just how I do |
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Started to reach for it, but then I guess they knew |
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One nigga started laughin and turned to his man |
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He said, "I don't think that she knows about this plan" |
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His man, just smiled, and nodded his head |
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Aimed his gun at me and said, "Get out of the bed" |
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I complied, with his wishes, bent down, to grab my slippers |
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Nigga number one said, "Hey now, no funny business |
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Just, do what we say and everything'll be cool |
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You'll hear a lot of things today but that's the #1 rule" |
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I said, "What the fuck is this shit, all about? |
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We can discuss the problem and y'all, can break the fuck out" |
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Nigga number one said, "That we not able to do |
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But there's a tapedeck on your table with a message for you" |
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It said: follow niggaz one and two's instructions carefully |
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Or fucked up things will happen if you dare to be |
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A heroine, these orders come straight from |
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The President, of the American, People |
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Then the tape just stopped, I looked at my watch |
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Niggaz one and two had they guns up cocked |
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And said, "It's time to go, grab your things and get ready |
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In thirteen minutes we all gotta be jetti, c'mon.." |
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Sitting in the, back of a van, with cuffs on my hands |
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Six secret service men in black, one nigga in tan |
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Who's driving? For three hours, we've been riding to |
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Route 33, to a very small island and unloaded |
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Niggaz one and, two at my side |
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Number one glaring at me for the whole damn ride |
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They seem to, travel in silence, express themselves in violence |
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And I'm the target, shoving me back and forth |
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With very very big guns |
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What would you do in this situation? |
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No place to run in the remote location |
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Kept my patience, and stuck to the tape's advice |
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Knew my crew could find me with the Negro Tracking Device |
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I wasn't worried, but niggaz one and, two hurried |
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They stepped, to the door, where the President was kept |
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Punched in a passcode, I watched the door slide open inside |
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Stood there we, and the President arose |
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And my people said, "Drop the guns, hop in your van |
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Get the fuck off the island or we cappin your man" |
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The secret service men ran, what could they do? |
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Here's a lesson - never ever fuck with me and my crew |
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Check it |
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* Herbaliser cuts "You on a mission? This was impossible" |