Moving The Kilos

Hotel Nacional de Cuba    
Havana, Cuba  
    
Where the fuck is he!    
Two more minutes than this fuck feels my steel heat    
Impatiently waiting for my point, A man to deliver the fucking Keys    
Been held up in this hotel room for days    
Dodging the scent of the FBI, CIA, and the fucking DEA    
   
Blackberry steadily vibrating    
This better be this motherfucker, delays I ain’t anticipating    
“Speak bitch.”    
Caller reciting code name, pop pop for any suspected snitch    
Where the fuck is my Dope!    
You come up short again, Glock dreams with no remaining hope    
   
You know who the fuck I am    
The silent nun runner, deadlier than the Son of Sam    
Quiet footsteps in this life I dance    
Command and take your ass out on a demand    
You cross my money, my peeps    
In the middle of the night, your blood shall seep    
Six feet under for your homies to weep    
   
Sweet as a kitty cat in the day, poisonous bitch under the blanket of night    
I need fucking clearance out of here on my private jet flight    
Small bills, use the drone to fly that taste in    
No time for the man to get suspect of this nun’s deadly sins    
As discussed, pure and uncut    
I have issues of no humanly trust    
On the mean streets, one hit, this dope is known as the nose’s lust    
   
Now get me the fuck out of here, and meet me with my blow    
No questions asked, I got the dollars and the pesos    
Get me on USA soil to move this weight beyond the borders    
Connections waiting in Mexico, New York, and Key West Florida    
   
These fuckers here got me straight up paranoid    
I need to be accounted for on Monday, I got a presentation to present to my Board    
Now let’s do this    
And this time no Bonnie and Clyde shell casing dropping bullshit    
   
Sirens howling in the distance background    
If heat goes down    
Keep mouth close, and give up no fucking sounds    
Blackberry finally silenced    
Money, dope, bitches, moving it comes down to self-reliance      
   
Moving to the window, glancing out, eyes scanning around    
No retreat, no surrender, I stand my motherfucking ground    
Grabbing my Glock, my Uzi kissing each for luck    
Taking me down, not an option, fuck