[Skit]

[Noreaga]
Hey yo the same OG
Yo thats my shit
Switch CDs, threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
In Flushing Meadows we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably there probably doin the same
From the back seat, front seat
Stashed in the glove compartment
Where we keep the heat
Shorty tried to kiss me
I'm like "I don't kiss
Yo don't take it personal yo some ass this
But it's all good you could still suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
Askin me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my dick til I can't even bust
Yo she, sucked my shit I had no more nuts
Ayo it's time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date
Then I rolled the Philly and I counted my bread
She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head
I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it"
Actin like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
At this point I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my hand
Still scoping lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to see tellin
But damn yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my Glock
But they just shot a black man
Forty one times
He had no gat I got murder rhymes
Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill before we get a felon
My hand over her mouth, told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach I took the highway hit a hundred
Scared to death wishin I left
The heat in the crib but I didn't it was all written
The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
Alley Cat crib in Jamaica
My little cousin he ain't gon say nuttin
"Son it's hectic right just hold me down aight?"
I'm on Wanted Most America
All of my phones is tapped now God
Yo even my cellular
Me and Martymore shout for sure
Now we gang bangin yo, Arkansas
I got a letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo I peep what it say
It said "You can't get away ya hear? -The KKK"
My niggas is sayin I'm hot makin em hot
I'm all over the news for hittin the cop
But I'm still poppin, polying with John Cochran
He said before we talk, he need a mill
I need to give myself up and he can make a deal
I said "Fuck no I dont give a fuck though
Yo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough"
The same bitch that I was with I'm still wit
Ayo I felt her neck then I felt her tits
Ayo the bitch wired then I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling real sick
I fell to the floor handcuffed the bitch got me
"I was tangled in this all along Papi"
Police got one and my Moms got the other copy
I got bagged up for a bad suck
I guess it's over now a nigga got bad luck