Talk: I don`t believe this shit here man
Y`all niggas is fucked up word up
It`s aight though Imma get to the bottom of this shit
Check it
L.: Yo what the fuck is
I go uptown to collect these checks
Come back to find my man body in blood shit stretched
Across the pavement
I know one of y`all know some information
So Imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation
Who shot the LR? Was it you Rock?
Rock: Don`t look at me, Oc!
I don`t believe you think I
Shoot niggas on my team
We grew up on the same block
Set up weed spots together
Stacked a good amount of cheddar
Cracked a few brews, so never would I do that to my reverend
This crime, nobody witnessed?
L.: Rock, my only lead is this photo if him kissin this mistress
That I found at the scene
Rock: Hold up, she used to live around my way
Yo, shit is fucked up
I think I need a drink, pass the Cavasiaa
L.: Aight, I hear you kid
But if you didn`t, nigga who did?
This bullshit, I ain`t buyin it
Mr. Lee?
Mr. Lee: Don`t even try it son
My life is private
I handles my B-I, then I`m slidin
Fuck it if it ain`t about some real estate and what I`m drivin
Get the picture?
No time to get caught in the mixture
Plus I was winnin with the
LR in a joint venture
I know you feel that
Money`s the motive nigga
But I`m coming out of fiscal year with my
Number seven figures
Chorus: Well, Goddamn that niggas layin up in ICU
Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue
That`s some bullshit for real
Son was set up and yall won`t say who
Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clue
L.: So niggas what`s the deal yall
Somebody squeal or Imma fuck around and kill all
That fall just for frontin
Cuz somebody know sumthin
Yo, Tray, I think it`s you
You never showed love for my brother son
I should pop that ass now you pretty motherfucker
Tray: Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but
Despite my personal views I`d never snipe the nigga
Fuck a oozy
When I`m layin in Jacuzzis
Sippin on Don P, slayin a don piece
Chillin, makin movies which reminds me
Sis in the picture, I used to hit that
But, correct me if I`m wrong, I coulda sworn I seen you wit that
Plus, yall never got along and you accuse me, wait a second yo
My question is what`s wit the leather gloves and why you sweatin?
L.: What, are you suggestin
That I put one in my flesh and
Blood?
Tray: Coulda been done
Rock: Yeah, civil of the good son when the good one almost caught it
L.: Yo, Rock, don`t even take it further
Cuz you was the last nigga wit him
Huh, did you attempt the murder?
Y`all was supposed to come together
Rock: Right, and we was on the way but then son had to make a run
Hold up dog, what are you sayin?
L.: That you`re to blame, the last to arrive, the rest of us was early
Mr. Lee: Aight so just what time did you get here
L.: What, about 7, 7:30?
Mr. Lee: Fuck that you left for a second nigga
L.: Nigga you know what, niggas is funny
Rock, that nigga drank your liquor
Mr. Lee, he owes you money
But yall look at me like I`m guilty
I find that hard believin
When my case and point is I`m the only one without a reason
Chorus
L.: Check it out, we all agree that he was the nicest MC
All: True dat, for real, aight
Mr. Lee: But, L., you looked at him wit envy
L.: Yo that`s my brother, not me
I beg to differ
Mr. Lee: Aight then let`s get back to this picture
L.: Yo what about it
Mr. Lee: Niggas know you used to dig her
L.: She got a fat ass but I doubt it
Tray: Oh yeah she got a fat ass
Mr. Lee: You, hold up Tray, he`s killin me
L. used to hit it B
Before he went away to DC
That`s right, remember that?
So all this doubt shit, yo I ain`t feelin that
And it got you heated when you found out LR was killin that
L.: Yo you still on that?
Mr. Lee: Yeah I`m still on that and I would let it pass
But you the only nigga wit gloves and a mask, dumb ass!
Blood splashed from sole to sole
Now you lookin petro
Caught you plottin from the get-go
But son ain`t dead, though
L.: Goddammit I knew it this . 38 special is bullshit and played
Next time I`m blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge
I had it made, was on my way to LA
To lay low, nigga
And stay to`
Up off the Hennesy
Fuck memories, yo we was enemies
And shit you didn`t see, since we was young yo son was testin me
I let it get the best of me
Tray: It`s jealousy!
L.: Yeah, yeah whateva B.
Yo, I admit that
I used to love her and I smacked it
But I`ll be damned if Imma let that nigga crack it
(hospital intercom in background)
(three shots)
(flat line)
