Тональность: Ab major•
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Thirty
Verse 1
thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer
Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked,
strapped in a chair
Half- asleep hoppin' out of my seat,
caught in a daze
Turned around and saw a white man's
face covered in shades
I must've passed out,
can't remember shit before I blacked out
Three more niggas approachin'
holdin' they macs out
One spoke, gave me the keys to a boat,
reached in his trenchcoat
And pulled out a yellow envelope
Which contained twenty thousand in cash,
A photograph of a Colombian nigga
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with a long mustache Miguel Sanchez,
Keep a gun hidden in his pants' leg
with armed bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization
under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face,
shocked in amazement,
How the fuck I get involved with these
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federal agents?
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They knew my background,
knew about what happened out in Sac- town,
They knew about the rap down South,
they laid the facts down
Said I had two decisions,
take out Miguel and his cartel,
Or spend the rest of my life in prison
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A classified mission on some
James Bond shit,
007- style up against some
straight convicts
Now I'm pondering, thoughts wandering,
Got my girl on the phone,
tell her to kiss little J,
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Cause I'll be gone again "Honey I can't
speak." she suckin' her cheek,
"If everything go good baby I'll be
home in a week."
Pinchin' myself just to see
if I'm dreaming,
Call up my team and meet
me by the docks in Miami,
I fly out this weekend
Verse 2
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I got you nigga, 4- 4 pop two niggas,
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That druglord that we want
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got a spot for niggas,
And if we kill him, it's back to the block my nigga,
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he carry Rugers,
34 shots I figure He only holla at the kid
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when there's money involved,
They pack shotguns,
hollow tips, dummies and all
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But me and Trife doin' right together,
Got no choice but give us ten,
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like we sellin' white together,
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Left side 4- 5 right black Beretta,
takin' trips overseas flippin packs for better,
Every flight a hundred stacks and better so grind hard, get your money up,
get on your grillies, don't mind odds Fuck a cop car, throw on some chumpers and try drop charge,
Hit the block hard It's
kinda hard being G- O- D,
If he owe Trife, he owe me,
load up the mac rounds,
M- I- A, call that the Jack- Town
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Tell niggas I'm on my way,
comin' back down,
Miguel Mr. Sanchez,
it's a wrap now Theodore extortin' your shit,
Handin' out packs now,
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I used to listen to 50 and jam Back Down,
Now I sling 50 kilos where I'm at now,
50 a wop,
Purple top, nigga I'm back,
clown, Cristal bottles,
Grey Goose for the chat lounge, Channel 7 News,
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older dude murdered, gat found
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