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letra de a situation in candyland. - pizza boy.

[verse]
100 grand, pressed out, up in the briefcase
he got three mans; how they splitting it each way?
airheads, dawg; they’re just thinking of pay day
i know they ain’t smart, so my eye on the gateway
mike still in the whip, stalking the deal
ike feeling his hip, fondling steel
ike sr. by his side, ice with the grill
not a peep; thinking i’ma freak? i don’t feel a chill
stops staring; finally speaks: “got the money?”
… yeah, dawg, you got my honey?
he points over to mike, mike nods at ‘em
gets out the car, pops the trunk, laughing
drags my girl out, banged up and bruised
mental note: paint his face freakin’ blue and black when this is over
i move the latch, show him the cash
ike grins, little ike snaps:
“you stupid for coming here alone! it’s a set-up! you giving us the money and your chick gettin’ wet up!”
ike says “forget that, don’t start -ssuming things.”
nah, yo, what did junior mean?
i mean, i’m wondering what junior meant
‘cause that kinda thing is way too specific to just slip
ike, you better explain, or this’ll get scary
‘cause ya’ boy is wrong, i ain’t here solitary
ike looking shook, slowly looks down
dots on his chest from my mans in the clouds
ike jr. panics, whips out the gun
he’s got b-tterfingers, though, so it slipped from his palm and hit the dirt
neck squirts; one hit his lung
mike runs at the sound of the shot like a marathon
doesn’t get far; two in his arm
one in the dome; i tell my girl get low
ike fires three shots, i duck; he chucks the gun at the ground, turns around, and skiddadles
one bullet whizzes by the ear, he’s in fear
one misses the hip, he’s almost at his whip
one misses the wrist, barely clipped his rolo
but one hits him in the logo; he’s wearing polo

- pizza boy

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