Verse 1 (D.C.P)
Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from
dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets
infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog
you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you
lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have
to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush
Chorus
End results ya'll its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
We never learn that's why many forever burn
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn
Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like
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