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    [nas] yo this esco, who this?

    What's the deally?
    I just touched grounds down in philly
    Brought a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
    Tryin to find lynn, bitch supposed to be in the benz
    Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
    Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
    To post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
    But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
    I know the jewels
    No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
    Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
    Where's your joy and pride?
    You know little des got your eyes

    In the cut, drop-z okay, the top's up
    Left the mall bought little amal the toy truck
    Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
    He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
    Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
    Fly stephanie mills shit
    What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
    You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
    That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
    I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me

    That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click

    Yo dunn,
    I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick

    [spanish speaker -> words unknown]

    Chorus: dr. dre

    We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
    Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
    All we need now is the right word or two
    To make all it stick like glue, then you through
    We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
    Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
    All we need now is the right word or two
    To make all it stick like glue, we got you

    We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow
    I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo'
    The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
    From a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
    Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto ricans
    Up in washington heights right off the deacon
    Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
    Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back

    Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
    Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
    About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
    Cats bleed in this cold war
    Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
    We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
    Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
    Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
    That's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
    Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side

    Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
    Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man
    Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
    For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police

    No shit I'm clickin over, i'ma tell sos' quick
    Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit
    That was nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
    Said it's no hundred, we fbi's most wanted
    So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
    Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast


    Yo it's all good
    I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word

    Stay on point - don't even use the phone
    Just come to my crib yo, word up


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