It's seven now, eleven hours to sun up
That's plenty time for a come-up
I'm on the phone with my homie telling him "pull up to the spot let's get it jumping
And bring a skully and a Glock and maybe some of your tree"
He said "I'll be there in 5"
2 Minutes later, he was pulling in my drive
"Look alive," I said as I hopped in the shotty seat
Windows fogged up as we smoked a lot of weed
And we made our plans
Drove around the city, checked the lay of the land
The place we planned
To hit was sitting on the corner intersection
Seven streets, less three, the best of places for a getaway
And the cars were out
The mans worked nights, so his bitch'd be at the bars by now
And that ain't even in this part of town
Let's park and get out
Cause he works even farther down
Let's start this now
Engine off
Lights down
Cut the box
Lights out
Kick in the door to this f*cking nice house
And was met face to face wit the man of the place
And a can of mace
He had planned to spray but he stands with a blank
Expression as if expecting his destiny
Gat to his face said if he tested me he would rest in peace
Especially since I been repressing stress
Now the gat in his face said since he tested me he gon' rest in peace
Still he tried to spray mace in my eyes and race for the door
That's when I heard a stray bullet fly and his face hit the floor
Maybe later he'll be placed in a morgue but right now we gotta get what we came for