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Talk: I don't believe this shit here man 
Y'all niggas is fucked up  word up 
It's aight though  Imma get to the bottom of this shit 
Check it 

L.: Yo what the fuck is 
I go uptown to collect these checks 
Come back to find my man body in blood  shit stretched 
Across the pavement 
I know one of y'all know some information 
So Imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation 
Who shot the LR? Was it you  Rock? 
Rock: Don't look at me, Oc! 
I don't believe you think I 
Shoot niggas on my team 
We grew up on the same block 
Set up weed spots together 
Stacked a good amount of cheddar 
Cracked a few brews, so never would I do that to my reverend 
This crime, nobody witnessed? 
L.: Rock, my only lead is this photo if him kissin this mistress 
That I found at the scene 
Rock: Hold up, she used to live around my way 
Yo, shit is fucked up 
I think I need a drink, pass the Cavasiaa 
L.: Aight, I hear you kid 
But if you didn't, nigga who did? 
This bullshit, I ain't buyin it 
Mr. Lee? 
Mr. Lee: Don't even try it son 
My life is private 
I handles my B-I, then I'm slidin 
Fuck it if it ain't about some real estate and what I'm drivin 
Get the picture? 
No time to get caught in the mixture 
Plus I was winnin with the 
LR in a joint venture 
I know you feel that 
Money's the motive nigga 
But I'm coming out of fiscal year with my 
Number seven figures 

Chorus: Well, Goddamn that niggas layin up in ICU 
Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue 
That's some bullshit for real 
Son was set up and yall won't say who 
Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clue 

L.: So niggas what's the deal yall 
Somebody squeal or Imma fuck around and kill all 
That fall just for frontin 
Cuz somebody know sumthin 
Yo, Tray, I think it's you 
You never showed love for my brother son 
I should pop that ass now you pretty motherfucker 
Tray: Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but 
Despite my personal views I'd never snipe the nigga 
Fuck a oozy 
When I'm layin in Jacuzzis 
Sippin on Don P, slayin a don piece 
Chillin, makin movies which reminds me 
Sis in the picture, I used to hit that 
But, correct me if I'm wrong, I coulda sworn I seen you wit that 
Plus, yall never got along and you accuse me, wait a second yo 
My question is what's wit the leather gloves and why you sweatin? 
L.: What, are you suggestin 
That I put one in my flesh and 
Blood? 
Tray: Coulda been done 
Rock: Yeah, civil of the good son when the good one almost caught it 
L.: Yo, Rock, don't even take it further 
Cuz you was the last nigga wit him 
Huh, did you attempt the murder? 
Y'all was supposed to come together 
Rock: Right, and we was on the way but then son had to make a run 
Hold up dog, what are you sayin? 
L.: That you're to blame, the last to arrive, the rest of us was early 
Mr. Lee: Aight so just what time did you get here 
L.: What, about 7, 7:30? 
Mr. Lee: Fuck that you left for a second nigga 
L.: Nigga you know what, niggas is funny 
Rock, that nigga drank your liquor 
Mr. Lee, he owes you money 
But yall look at me like I'm guilty 
I find that hard believin 
When my case and point is I'm the only one without a reason 

Chorus 

L.: Check it out, we all agree that he was the nicest MC 
All: True dat, for real, aight 
Mr. Lee: But, L., you looked at him wit envy 
L.: Yo that's my brother, not me 
I beg to differ 
Mr. Lee: Aight then let's get back to this picture 
L.: Yo what about it 
Mr. Lee: Niggas know you used to dig her 
L.: She got a fat ass but I doubt it 
Tray: Oh yeah she got a fat ass 
Mr. Lee: You, hold up Tray, he's killin me 
L. used to hit it B 
Before he went away to DC 
That's right, remember that? 
So all this doubt shit, yo I ain't feelin that 
And it got you heated when you found out LR was killin that 
L.: Yo you still on that? 
Mr. Lee: Yeah I'm still on that and I would let it pass 
But you the only nigga wit gloves and a mask, dumb ass! 
Blood splashed from sole to sole 
Now you lookin petro 
Caught you plottin from the get-go 
But son ain't dead, though 
L.: Goddammit I knew it this . 38 special is bullshit and played 
Next time I'm blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge 
I had it made, was on my way to LA 
To lay low, nigga 
And stay to' 
Up off the Hennesy 
Fuck memories, yo we was enemies 
And shit you didn't see, since we was young yo son was testin me 
I let it get the best of me 
Tray: It's jealousy! 
L.: Yeah, yeah whateva B. 
Yo, I admit that 
I used to love her and I smacked it 
But I'll be damned if Imma let that nigga crack it 

(hospital intercom in background) 
(three shots) 
(flat line)

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