Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up
in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion,
ordered out room service
It looked bugged cause the
waiter looked nervous
Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-
eights aimed at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about
peel something
In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at,
quickly he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms,
spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
Wipe off your prints
Rae ran hysterically
Slipped
on soap
Landed on his back, with his gat,
now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin,
were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks,
that's when we heard the door knock
Everything all right? Partying
son, balloons popped
Threw this dude under the bed
A half dressed Raek
won, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on
his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew,
wifey hitting me,
What you want sweaty,
Lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper, slowly I
reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa,
peep oh son the house keeper
Soap suds dripping from his nuts,
cut up gut
Praying how me
make it out the telly and touch
Fuck
it, a Wesley Snipes movement
on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Caught up in the grimy shit
Finding two days later a murder and
we got to make this flight shit
It was a Wesley Snipes movement
on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas,
thugs in a computer
A Wesley Snipes movement
on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop
niggas,
thugs in a computer
Hey yo, the pressures on,
sonny got murk
Its time to move fast
Hey yo, Deini it's on,
check out the news flash
Flew out the next day,
back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first class flight to L.A.
It ain't take long,
I pulled a few strings on the horn
So were it came from?
That nigga we stuck
and took the caine from
We should have killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him,
but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo,
good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God,
we should have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming,
running out the shower gunning
Now that I figured it, she put
the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just
like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think
that he could take us on
Smoke the Cee Allah
Sent the kite through the Pens
Him and big Dan
Known to split wigs, with
razor sharp gems
Giants from Attica riots
Halls is quiet
CO's with babies
on their arms look tight
And this nigga from down state
got shipped up north
Stocky young fella,
running his lips on how he set it off
Then heard that shit, plus got that kite
Money got murdered in his bunk
that night
Stephen Duffy 
