It's Over

Back in '95 when I was juggling bitches

Pumping coke out the spot smacking fiends in the kitchen

All around dick sucks whenever

Blowing chronic out of Phillies, getting flusty in the Cube' Link era

Niggas telling me my spot is hot

They like, "I think anyday now, playboy, shit gon' pop‿

Back then I was the fat Ghost, it came March 1st

My ace {Bakool?} got merked I burned for all our work

After the funeral I played low

Counting my last ten Gs, three weeks later yo I'm back in the {P's?}

Gathering up information, checking faces

Keeping the 45 auto loaded like it was bases

When it get dark better believe my mark

I heard a voice through a bullhorn the white man he said, "yo Starks

You're surrounded, put down your gun look at the ruger

It's nothing but cops nigga, you better not run‿

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Over… And I'm not laughing

(The masquerade… the masquerade)

My, my my, good days is over

11.40am in the Best Western

I'm with my bat blue her ass back and chest in

Slob my knob yeah no question

This my main bat, she thorough like that so we don't use protection

But the night before my wiz must of checked my phone

How'd she got the code? Psh, I don't know

Next thing she laying in the tel' lobby

She spotted me tipping the doorman, holding hands with my bitch beside me

My heart dropped, everything stopped, scared to death

Told my broad to keep it moving cos I just got knocked

Don't turn around, as soon as she did she bust a shot

Plus she tough security dropped when she touched the glock

I had the dumb face on, long face on

Didn't say shit, not even cough or spit, my bitch was gone

There goes the car, house, {?} jury, court date, judges

My shorty tried to screw me

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