El Generalissimo

I know how to get him, I can get him yall
Haha I can get him, I can get him yall
The bounty's been out, it's time for me to get in on this shit
I've got a fool proof plan for me and my crew to collect this bitch

Contacts were established, hell yeah, we're ready to do it
We're the only ones up in this bitch that don't have to be psyched into it
Please drop that bounty off at my baby momma's address
She needs to get out of the projects and knows what to do with the rest

Put like fifty in my canteen, anything more and I'll need a vest
Spread the rest around to my crew to relieve any stress
He hasn't been down for two months and is paying for boy pussy and blows
A big mistake not begging for PC custody, not knowing what we know

He snitched on the streets for a little money and a reduced sentence
The only thing is when it comes to the streets there is no repentance
Our money's dropped off, divided, and then with my crew I confided
My boy, Double L, is being promoted to sargeant from a private

But me, El Generalissimo, I'm still  commanding the front
My boy, Double L,  works the laundry detail and knows what I want
I need the Snitch's shirt, yes his shirt with his numbers on the front and back
I need Double L to approach his ass like he rolls like that

With curly fucking hair, slim, and with a lady's fucking eyes
But bull queers on the yard knows that he'ld rather fucking die
If the numbers are to many we would all help him commit suicide
We'll die down to the last fucking man is how we ride

Their meeting was arranged and his shirt was received
Double L was told to be elsewheres so that his story could be believed
El Generalissimo has appointed himself to give this bitch what was needed
Yes drive that fucking shank through his heart in an attempt to feed it

I found him right at incoming, that's behind the washers, hell yes he'd picked his spot
I wore his shirt as I attacked him trying hard to cut the fucking snitch out
Shirt, hands, and face covered in blood, I wiped everything off covering what was
My boys started a little skirmish turning don't into does

I dropped his shirt off in to the bottom of the incoming bin
Double L knew where and he knew the washer to hurry and put it in
I popped back up lackadaisical, no need to hurry
This signaled to my crew it was done with no need to worry

Before the next head count that shirt will be on it's way back out
And to this motherfucker that died for running his fucking mouth
El Generalissimo's now back with his troops
Planning another hit while on lock down and we have more time to regroup