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Let’s Do This Gee..

My Queen this motherfucker on the block have been talking cash shit
Who this poser Gee, talking about a Cali hit  
Oh, its Nate you remember him from the old neighborhood  
Say what…I thought I told him to keep that intel on the down low when we hacked that corpse then buried the remains deep in the woods    
Then gutted his crew and cement  
And down they all went  
   
He’s been running his piehole all over town  
Hum.. is time we brought the pain to his doorstep without making a sound  
And bring the crew in on this  
I need to see if this booster is still legit after running his mouth about an old hit  
I heard he took out his own homie for leaving a witness standing, now ain’t that about a bitch  
Say, what’s up with those Cartel boys they been quiet, my Queen  
I got the up on those fucks if you know what I mean,    
A failed plan still trying to take me out, and from my snitches on the street, they are not as cohesive as they seem  
I just got some new high-powered toys for you and my boys  
   
Yah, I peeped that crate my Queen, those bullets can pierce a Kevlar vest, that’s what I mean    
Those Russian Cartel dicks won’t know what hit them    
And trust me, once we take them all out, all they will be seeing is lullaby dreams  
You cross me you will not live another day to steal or kill  
My Glock to your body takes care of that the bill  
   
Gee, I been in this game far too long and that’s for sho  
Is that why you changed your look to evade the po-po    
You know I’m wanted in several southern parts  
I like to sneak in, steal your stash, slice that ass into pieces in the cloak of dark  
You don't give me want I ask for then I cut out your heart  
You may need to put that in a memo after playing your part  
Then replay that shit once we make it out with the money, dope, and take some of his expensive paintings of Rennaissance art  
   
My Queen, we need someone's else money  
True dat and ainlt a damn thing funny  
The Cuban Drug Cartel is standing by their new hit it quit it dope, plenty of zeros just to get a peep  
Hum... is it something if we take, we can keep  
Flip it, my Queen, then we own the Eastcoast drug empire  
And with those weapons' we now got top-notch fire power  
   
You will be the new Queenpin of New York and all the boroughs, selling our products  
We set up a dummy account to launder the money and still maintain that street trust  
We take over the Bronx and Brooklyn and infest the Queens with our uncut dope  
Lie down or stay down, if not, we take you out giving you and your crew no lasting minute rights or come up hope  
We blaze these fucks    
Until the gun smoke settles that’s what up  
Let’s do this shit, Gee  
I'm with, you my Queen, vest up, it's time we take from those Cubans then make them bleed  
We will blame the war if it escalates into that on the Mexican Drug Lords if need be  
   
We out... Gee
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
You know how the hood do this shit.. strap up

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