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Turf Wars †(It's All About The Dope And The Money)

Come on sexy cheer up, I could had told you love ainít shit
You may be right, I suppose you would say it was just an opportunity to get me some available dick
I see you caught my drift
No, not that handsome gift, and our midnight slip and dips
Say, you should still be happy with that last hit

It would had given me so much pleasure
If that fuck only gave up the whereabouts of his treasure
He would had if you didn't shoot him dead
It was either him or me feeling lead
I just got wind, weíre needed in the ATL, what the hell!
Nope, itís not going to happen the last hit was a fuck-up
Say what, we got the pounds, and the money, and we even called in the Po-po on the bust

Yes, and that's only because we didnít have time to bail
Well the next time we will be quicker so we won't fail
And Iím wanted dirty in the South, and I look too sexy to live in a cell or the attire they wear in jail
Are you getting soft on me
You could say that, let it be known this life I had the chance to gladly flee

Then why the fuck didnít you
The freedom to move, the money, the ghost identity, and my grann may be wise, but Iím no fool
What happen to the dick who turned you to miss goody two shoes?
Time was not on our side, too many past dues
Come on, itís time we catch this early flight
We have to move the product, while creeping at night

Whereís the jet
In good hands, I suspect
Your crew said something about cornering the nest
Nest... nestÖ oh fuck... I told them to leave that turf war at rest
I hope you are strapped for a blood bath and for this retaliation, we may need to wear two Kevlar vests
Your boys wanted blood when they spotted someone on our tuff from the Russian Drug Cartel
Yeah... those are some ruthless suit and ties, who would fuck you up, on heads or tails

Weíre out, the ATL can wait...Miami it isÖdamn! Those stupid ass dicks, shit!
Yeah sexy, but they always got your back and keep you safe from any unsuspecting hits
Call in our runners, we are going to need them, and let the shit fall where it may
On their heads, on their tuff at least I pray
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
Who fills this shit in!..and fuck you if you say me!

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