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Bringing The War To You (Ghosting That Ass Part III)

Okay Gee, this is our day to shine  
We take what’s theirs, and I keep mine  
Once one of those Cartels top boys kisses my ring  
If anything looks crooked, fire some shit off and let those bullets in the air zing  
This meeting was not called by me  
And I’m hesitance in my stance to sow the rewards of my drug empire for the power I seek  
Not to worry my Queen, in place is our best sharp shooters  
Tonight, we will be the looters  
It appears they are talking two kilos short,  
and I have no time for anyone to come up against my crew, if so, plan abort  
And incite plan Z  
And that’s word up, Gee  
 
If its smoke and screen and my word don’t mean shit  
Then Gee you cover me and let a motherfucka rip  
On my command  
Take them all out, only one Queen stands  
I got your back, we will serve these fucks and give them their just dew  
If I don’t make it out alive, and if anyone question the assassination, tell them it was by my rule  
Well, here they come my Queen  
Hopefully, these conniving fucks will change their mind about this set up, once the peak in the briefcase and see those dead presidents wrapped in green  
My Queen, nice to see you in these parts  
Not my choice when I’m not the dog who brings the bark  
Come let’s take a walk  
This motherucker ain’t kiss my ring, I hope my Gee was smart enough to have caught  
 
That is a sign of disrespect in any Mafia rank  
When you are the Queen by grade, and sit at the tables of the Mexico Cartels and the means to murder any enemy or in prison, getting a body shanked  
This fuck most be new I exchange money and handle top exporting dope, money laundering operations surplus in offshore banks  
How is business down South  
Greedy and never needy, the supply has been hitting the streets is worth circulating by word of mouth  
There was a discrepancy in the last shipment payout  
Come again and I do not invest my mind in riddles under no man’s sun  
Say what the hell you mean so we both understand where the fuck you coming from  
You may rule those coons, but I rule the streets here  
You may have that tattoo under your eye as a tear  
I do not speak, I’m the ghost the streets fear  
 
You best stand down  
Or the only last word you will hear is me busting a cap in your ass, without making a sound  
I see I have underestimated you  
In my crew we will take you to school, dead men can’t talk while going under, drowning in his own bloody pool  
Enough talk where’s the product so we can get this meeting underway  
I am due in Atlanta, and I do not have all fucking day  
 
Change of plans, I ever did like your kind, a woman sitting at a man’s table  
Lifting up my Glock, a bullet splitting back his cap, his ass dropping to the concrete, plan disabled  
I couldn’t let him disrespect my Queen  
Gee, what the fuck have you done, we just brought war, I told you on my command, this is reality not a fucking dream  
Number one rule is called survival, and we move as a team  
Well think of something really quick  
We got trouble with the rest of these dicks  
Cover me Gee, and let’s kill these fucks  
Run my Queen and duck  
Fuck Gee..  I’ve been struck  
 
My Queen…..My Queen  
Check and see if she got on her vest…  
While we bring down the rest  
 
My Queen… holy fuck… come on..  
Lifting my cell phone...  
This Gee... we need to fly out, tonight, and have a doctor on board  
We declaring war.. everybody gets a bullet, a blood bath before we ghost... and let the hollow points  soar  
Later...  
 
Hang in there my Queen  
Motherfucka bitches...  
 
 
 
 
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