Yo man, y'all nikkas ain't gonna believe what the fukk happened to me.
Remember that bytch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in
this bytch player this bytch fukking run them old Knick ass nikkas and shyt,
I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five nikkas, I don't know.
Anyway I'm up in the motherfukking spot, so boom I'm up in the p*ssy,
whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some,
must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he's in the
spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget I
had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nikka
comes up the stairs, he Ñreeping up the steps, the bytch all shook she
sends the nikka back downstairs to get some drinks and shyt. She gettin
mad nervous, I said fukk that man! I'm the nikka, you know how we do it
nikka, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfukking face,
gagged that bytch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nikka comes up in
the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like
the nikka pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fukk it
this nikka runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start giving me
mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bytch was a shiesty bytch cause!
Word to mother I used to fukk her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha.
You wouldn't know that shyt. Really though.) I threw all that
motherfukking money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!
(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nikka got some lye, y'all got
some lye?
"Rained Out"? Biggie mixing Baseball and Basketball, lol.