Bad News

Ayo L, aye L Danny get the car We gotta get the fuck outta here Dan Murder, death, kill pull a one 87 If you ain't gon' give it motherfucker I'ma take it Boy I'll turn ya' to a raisin Just to bring home the bacon For me to see heaven I would need to meet Satan So my heart so vacant My mind's on some 'take shit! Break shit! Spray shit!' In some raw day shit Face-lift braces, unsolved cases Hittin' up the witnesses so can't nobody say shit I think the reaper callin' Picked up the phone and said "I got a couple coming" 'Cause blood in my eye and I'm thirsty for death (?) walking up heaven's steps Got a getaway driver, just chillin' in a stolen Parolee with a 40 that'll take what you owe me 'Cause I'm no (?) And the last thing yo' ass wanna hear is these words Guns are in the trunk Money in the seat Guns are in the trunk Think they gonna and get us, never Uh, the white OJ in the hallway The long .44 spray One leg up on the Velour grey Gettin' straddled while I'm eatin' strudle We fuck you up so bad that you will never take a normal doo-doo Or a pee-pee, bedridden Now I'm laughing while head is given No fucks are given ever cause I'm rotten to the core Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya right into the door Aah, cross the street when you see us by the store I'm off the leash, dick hanging on the floor Box cutters rolled up in the waistband of the 09's You thought you had your little shit Clickin' now, but no mas My bitch will choke you out with strong thighs Strong features in the face from New Guinea Smokin' dope, doing 360's in a Mini She half Dominican and Trini Bad news