Big City Life (Radio Edit)

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[master p] You know what? This ghetto got me so crazy My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death Ain't this f**ked up Big ed, tell a story of the streets [big ed] My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black Ahh dats it, they called his momma Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama Her voice trembled, she was hysterical The bounty was a hundred g's For her to ante up, it would take a miracle Shes very spiritual She got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yo We'll get em back, I do anything to help my dawg Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls For situations like this, I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips I told my lady, get the cash and the mags No questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bag I through in my camoflauge fatiques My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weed Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1 And the pistol grip pump Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killers We're methodical niggas with infered triggers Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll double 0 Limo tint big body black four do' Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe china Who smoke this dope out her vagina Chocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her Bad ass body look, flexible like a ballarina Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofs Met for combat, made more calls, met up the troop I told em jay got snatched The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we live When I got there she said that the jackers know about me That I got cheese with the miller boys at the calliope Now they want two fifty, it's cool though It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole (who is it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga But hold up, the plot gets thicker He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga He's plottin on me, tryin to get richer He's hiding at the motel six, room two twenty How many hoes in this world, man nigga plenty Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancer Red met her at chocolate sixty in atlanta She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the way But he's broke and busted, down and out disgusted Scheming on me, him and candy discussed it Candy told wendy, and wendy told red Red told me my nigga jay wants me dead Not my nigga, but I gotta investigate We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate (yeah that's him) see what happens when you try to pack fair Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chair That's that hoe candy, workin it backwards Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his face Pushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist And that naked hoe candy pussy is wide open Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open Jay tell me why nigga, before you die nigga I would have gave you some money, didn't have to lie nigga But I can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too much So v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunk Watch your click (watch your click) Cause niggas switch when you get rich That tek and ski mask cause life's a bitch