[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shit so real out here
I mean, like, it don't matter who the fuck you is, nigga, men, women, or tie, you dig?
You cross that line, nigga, you gotta pay the consequences, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Verse]
Let me tell y'all a story 'bout two niggas from the D
Been down since they was kids, grew up on the same street
They both grew up different, but they shared the same struggles
Put they heads together, and start helpin' one another
See, DJ was smart, he always been in his books
And lil' Marcus grimy, always been a crook
Put both of them together, knew they had what it took
To make some big money and move niggas out the hood
DJ was the brains, lil' Mark was the muscle
A nigga touch DJ, then lil' Mark comin'
Lil' Mark had a line down the way with his cousin
DJ wrote the 'scripts and knew the pharmacy to bust 'em
Perfect how these lil' niggas put this plan together
Mark shoot the trips, DJ get the bag together
Lookin' back at the old days, laughin' at 'em
Sayin' to each other, "We gon' get this cash forever"
Ten turned to twenty, twenty turned into fifty
Used to be around, now they barely in the city
Hundred bands later, on a million dollar mission
It's funny how these niggas both alike, but so different
DJ was the type who ain't really care for pictures
Mark the type of nigga who just love the attention
DJ was the one who you ain't know was in the building
And Mark the type of nigga let you know he got his pistol
As the bag grow and grow, and as the cash flow
Mark was out there fuckin' with this nothin'-ass ho
She fuckin' up his head and he keep fuckin' raw
And stealin' out his pockets every time he nod off
This the third time the bag came up short
But DJ ain't trippin', 'cause him and Mark like Blood
And there ain't nothin' 'posed to come between homies
So when he got back, bro decided to speak on it
Say, Mark, the last three times you've been short some cash
Somebody can't count it, you done showed the ho the stash
But he love Mark and he wouldn't dare accuse his mans
But somethin' ain't right, some shit he just don't understand
'Cause when it came to Mark, it's this ho he been fuckin' with
Got so high one night, he couldn't even fuck the bitch
Runnin' back and forth to the door, sales rushin' in
Slippin' that night, this nigga hid the cheese and fronted the bitch
Damn, so now he know it's his fault
Now he sittin' back thinkin', "How to settle the score?"
So he went back again and he played this shit off
Act like he felled asleep and couldn't believe what he saw
She don't know she fucked up, 'cause Mark a real killer
And got the cheese to back and buy some real niggas
Can't let this shit slide, he gotta deal with it
Woke up next day, she took a coffee with a pill in it
Hour go past, this bitch done fell all out
Pill over her face, nigga, finish the job
Man or a woman, never let shit slide
Know it's real consequences when you fuckin' with the mob, gone
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shit so real out here
I mean, like, it don't matter who the fuck you is, nigga, men, women, or tie, you dig?
You cross that line, nigga, you gotta pay the consequences, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Verse]
Let me tell y'all a story 'bout two niggas from the D
Been down since they was kids, grew up on the same street
They both grew up different, but they shared the same struggles
Put they heads together, and start helpin' one another
See, DJ was smart, he always been in his books
And lil' Marcus grimy, always been a crook
Put both of them together, knew they had what it took
To make some big money and move niggas out the hood
DJ was the brains, lil' Mark was the muscle
A nigga touch DJ, then lil' Mark comin'
Lil' Mark had a line down the way with his cousin
DJ wrote the 'scripts and knew the pharmacy to bust 'em
Perfect how these lil' niggas put this plan together
Mark shoot the trips, DJ get the bag together
Lookin' back at the old days, laughin' at 'em
Sayin' to each other, "We gon' get this cash forever"
Ten turned to twenty, twenty turned into fifty
Used to be around, now they barely in the city
Hundred bands later, on a million dollar mission
It's funny how these niggas both alike, but so different
DJ was the type who ain't really care for pictures
Mark the type of nigga who just love the attention
DJ was the one who you ain't know was in the building
And Mark the type of nigga let you know he got his pistol
As the bag grow and grow, and as the cash flow
Mark was out there fuckin' with this nothin'-ass ho
She fuckin' up his head and he keep fuckin' raw
And stealin' out his pockets every time he nod off
This the third time the bag came up short
But DJ ain't trippin', 'cause him and Mark like Blood
And there ain't nothin' 'posed to come between homies
So when he got back, bro decided to speak on it
Say, Mark, the last three times you've been short some cash
Somebody can't count it, you done showed the ho the stash
But he love Mark and he wouldn't dare accuse his mans
But somethin' ain't right, some shit he just don't understand
'Cause when it came to Mark, it's this ho he been fuckin' with
Got so high one night, he couldn't even fuck the bitch
Runnin' back and forth to the door, sales rushin' in
Slippin' that night, this nigga hid the cheese and fronted the bitch
Damn, so now he know it's his fault
Now he sittin' back thinkin', "How to settle the score?"
So he went back again and he played this shit off
Act like he felled asleep and couldn't believe what he saw
She don't know she fucked up, 'cause Mark a real killer
And got the cheese to back and buy some real niggas
Can't let this shit slide, he gotta deal with it
Woke up next day, she took a coffee with a pill in it
Hour go past, this bitch done fell all out
Pill over her face, nigga, finish the job
Man or a woman, never let shit slide
Know it's real consequences when you fuckin' with the mob, gone
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