Damn, I can't get a night off or what
Briefcase full of guns and a ski mask
Sweepstakes, you won, drugs in a face mask
Lights out, three seconds, didn't fight back
I got real big plans for a body bag
Reach over to the shelf, grab a toe tag
No concern for your health cause you eat bad
Here, get some fucking slugs, nigga eat that
Evidence left on the rug, don't leave that
Getaway car running late, where he at
Must be on a dinner date, bet she phat
Then again he can be at where they chief at
There that boy there still owe me about three stacks
Put da hit on pause, that just made me mad
Made him feel the paws, beat him up like a bean bag
Gasoline in his draws, light it up with a clean rag
Said fuck the law, bitch nigga you can take that
Do a hit double O one eight seven
Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven
Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend
I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end
Do a hit double O one eight seven
Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven
Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend
I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end
Now where were we, oh yea that's right
A nigga gotta dispose of a body tonight
Hurry up, make this light, we ain't got all night
We can still make the drop cause the traffic was light
Slow up, we got the cops on the right
Hope that I wrapped that body bag nice and tight
I think I might have caught they eye cause my ice was bright
One of them was a broad and she was out of sight
Out of state license plate, think they got a foreigner
Lil Wayne help me out, it's Mrs. officer
He let her cuff him if I got it understood
But I don't know if her pussy is that good
Huh, now ain't this a bitch
An accident with a Ford and a Honda Civic
Man, look how close we came
I mean, that shit was insane
Do a hit double O one eight seven
Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven
Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend
I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end
Do a hit double O one eight seven
Aw hell, well I guess I'll send you niggas to heaven
Hope you got your final prairies in with the reverend
I watched your last breath like I thought it would never end
Yea I'm Just doing my job
It ain't nothing personal you know
Strictly business
Business is good by the way
Always good
Cause motherfuckers is so damn bad
Ol Michael Jackson ass good for business ass niggas
Where would I be without you
That's a good question
I'll have to get back to myself on that one though
Peace