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Staircase scriptures and corner store dreams, I'm off the fourth green I know four fiends, one name is Claudine When she was fourteen, she worked on them corners where they made whores scream For more cream she worked at Walgreens and kept the store clean She ain't the type of bitch you call queen, you want the smoke then she got all steam She told me the plan, it sound like a raw scheme I gave the bitch a lil' morphine, and watch the jaw lean So when we done it's either more green or make it a sore scene The devil showed me things that'd make the Lord scream Dollars rule everything around me but that dope will surely bring your dreams To life or a nightmare, in Claudine's case Turned all of her fine features to a fucked fiend's face That shit is crazy, I seen her go from college student to prostitution Her life fucked up now, and nobody got solutions Half of me wish she would stop the usin' But the monkey on her back bring scratch so I cannot refuse it This shit is shaky, we should not pursue this, stop the music Rock produced it, shorty would put us on the cop's to-do list One of her ex tricks was restless, he want her neck slit She took him for a diamond necklace, I think she signed a death wish You should've seen how she expressed this, she talkin' reckless She know the safe and where he kept it, you can hear she desperate Where's the exits? She even know where he appears for breakfast Even disrespectful fearin' respect shit Songtexte Just as I expected, she tried to be sly, but I'm way ahead with the plan that I put together to make her a dead bitch The tec is leverage, but I don't even gotta let it off She so dumb, she called a nigga that I knew to get involved Tryna double-cross, her mystery gon' be unsolved Next time she cop a speed ball, cut it with fentanyl That'll bring a close to her story quickly and end it all No need to hold a hoe for ransom, that shit'll look random Around here these fiends overdosin' in tandems Just another body, no one throws a tantrum Unload the handgun, let's stop her breathing, lots of treason Had the doctor screamin' "Yo, let's stop the bleedin'" This bitch I do not believe in Plottin', schemin', lookin' for the man I usually cop from Dark complexion, ooh I think I spot some Baggy jeans and Timberlands, you can tell from his stance that he run the block I stole and scraped for this purchase, but still ain't got enough to cop I was a prom queen turned to fiend I walked to him he turned to me as I urge and plea "Can you serve me please?" He replied, "Bitch I don't work for free" "It's a nigga tryna murder me, I got a way that you can earn some green" That's word to me, I burn 'em like third-degrees in the Persian heat Them niggas heard of me, I'm like Al Capone on these Jersey streets I serve the beef, little does shorty know, ain't no glory hoe The nigga that she burnt is my man, wait let me call my bro "Streetz, you know Claudine, that stupid whore fiend That got you for them diamonds back in '14, when you had the porch clean? Yeah, she think I'm approachable, and got all these reasons I should be smokin' you That's what I call treason, so what I'm supposed to do?" "Rock the bitch to sleep, so lovely, son, don't expose your moves Really violate her like you do beats in the vocal booth Tell her link up, the spot be only for a chosen few Let her hit the bag, she gon' sniff and start convulsing, overdosin' Who gon' find out? She lucky I ain't say to blow her mind out She get an open casket when she sign out" *Phone Conversation* "Yuh" "Yo, What's good my nigga" "Oh shit, what's poppin'?" "Yo, I handled that shit, [?]" "That's what's up, that's what happens when you love death and hate life" "That's a fact, so look, I got courtside at the Garden tonight" [?] Aus Songtexte Mania