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My plans have worked, I couldn't think of better one
I'm free, homie locked up for what my temper does
They got his ass locked, and I'm clever for that
The po po don't know I popped her head with tha gat
It was my sick thoughts, to wittness her facless
For eggin' me on laying that b*** on the pavment
That's for pushin' my way, clever, wouldn't you say?
I aint got charges, and I still got to splatter her brains
See...
Two weeks earlier, I'm wit my homie in his crib
I got my girl to sneek his wallet, while he told me what he did
Then she snuck it from behind, when she was by me
I stole his money, credit cards, and of coarse his ID..
Now it's mine see, it's more proof I get to walk with
Kept it on me at all times, hidden in my back pocket
So I popped that f*** in b*** 'cos she talked sh**
I took out the wallet, and "whoops" I dropped it!
Dog, I gotta tell you sum'm, you're gonna be livid a bit
But I gotta say this, I feel bad for the sh** that I did
I did some bad sh** , something I shoulda never did
But I killed tha b*** , and dropped ya wallet as evidence...
Yeah this b*** was buggin when I came outta walmart
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