Shottin'

Mitchell and Ness plus Jordans on my feet

2003, selling rocks on the street

I was selling drugs and the cops came and shot me

The NYPD 'ain't nothing but Nazis

I was at the mosque and the feds came and shot me

Stopped selling drugs but they still tryna' stop me

Yeah, I had crack in the stairwell

Then I found God in a jail cell

Yankee hat to kufi on top

Still dealing with these goofy-ass cops

'cuz I like Islam they think I build bombs

I would quit, but too bad 'cuz I is strong

I was doing lines, I was drinking wine

No pork on my fork, no swine when I dine

I'm from cop-killer Queens, kill a cop and it's fine

I read pigs are haram in the book that's divine

He had less heat when he was shottin'

The feds on his case say he's plotting

They see him on the corner like we got him

He wasn't doing nothing, but they shot him

He used to move weight down Grove

Had a mate in the freight game moved down low

But since he put his stick down [?] and grew a beard

Now the pigs at his crib are like woah!

Less heat on the road, more beef on a thobe

They think he's gonna blow

True he's hear and the youths going to Syria

Where he's heading down he don't wanna know

Feds told him they preferred it when he was just juggling

Now he’s turned into a servant of God it’s so troubling

Transferable skills that tinges up in Aleppo

Swear the ghetto boys made the government

So they bothered him until it bothered him

Got him on tape saying he should make a bomb for them

It got me thinking they wanted him too

Phone tap entrapped by the boys in blue

Salaam alaikum

Bruv, did you hear what happened to Parvez?

Shit, boy, it’s getting real, man

You know when my man was shottin' and everything?

They didn’t care about him, obviously they used to pick him up every now and then, but fuck that bro

Astaghfirullah alhamdulillah, now alhamdulillah, since he started praying, Astaghfirullah bro he’s just getting nabbed everyday