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Caution: You are now annotating this song as  [Verse One] I'm
sittin in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes The way
Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop, (oops!) I'm
interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell is this? I gets up
quick, cocks my shit  Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed
to walkin' It's a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used
to sling on the 16th floor  Check it, I look deeper I see blood
up on his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth  So
I dip, nigga, is you creepin or speakin? I opens up the door,
pitiful, "Is he in critical? Retaliation for this one won't be
minimal Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap shit Bust the gat
shit , Puff won't even know what happened If it's done smoothly,
silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop Head spinnin, reminiscin'
'bout my man