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01-09-08, 05:36 PM
Listenin to the radio, while I drive home
Ring, ring, someone callin me on the iPhone
Driving my vehile, Im tryna wonder
Who the f-ck is calling me on a private number
Hesistant to answer, but im losin my patience
Pick up the phone, n*gga says hes in my basement
Who the f*ck are you? I immediately reply
He responded, said your friends' about to die
I ask why? who are you and how do you know me
He said, Im the n*gga whos about to kill ur homie
I said listen to me closely, don't you touch em
He said, okay fine, ill just let my gun buck em
I said stop frontin, you aint even in my house
He says sorry, for the blood drippin on my couch
I said what color is the couch?
He says f*ck the color, under the cushion theirs an ounce
I said you better bounce, you in the wrong place
You got the wrong dude, you making a mistake
Meanwhile, Im driving as quickly as I can
Contemplating my next move, thinking of a plan
My phones rings again, whats this n*gga gunna tell me?
I hear the voice of my friend, screaming "Help Me"
I ask who it is, but all I hear is a flat tone
About a minute away, from being back home
I open up the front door, all I hear is silence
Go to my basement, hopin not to see violence
I walked down the stairs, and no one was there
No blood on the couch, no gun on the chair
I walked by upstairs, in utter amazement
No one was in my house, no one in my basement
Called the cops before, but still I await sirens
I knew I was right that the dude was straight lying
But then who's voice was on the phone, it sounded like my friend n'
Now that I am home, it appears they were pretendin'
Went upstairs, took off my socks and shoes
Lied on my bed, waitin to watch the news
Had two minutes, to the head of the hour
Went to the bathroom, find my friend dead in the shower
In a state of panic, I run to grab my weapon
Feeling f*cking shocked and fillled with aggression
My cell rings loudly, the caller ID say home
I say to myself, what the f*ck is going on?
Open my door, tryna hear something from a distance
Thought I heard a voice, coming from the kitchen
Creep down the stairs, start firing the weapon
Unload six shots in this motherf*ckers direction
But I must have missed him, no one was in the kitchen
Go to my car, about to put the key in the ignition
Suddenly, I feel a gun to the back of my head
Before I could say anything else, I was dead.
Ring, ring, someone callin me on the iPhone
Driving my vehile, Im tryna wonder
Who the f-ck is calling me on a private number
Hesistant to answer, but im losin my patience
Pick up the phone, n*gga says hes in my basement
Who the f*ck are you? I immediately reply
He responded, said your friends' about to die
I ask why? who are you and how do you know me
He said, Im the n*gga whos about to kill ur homie
I said listen to me closely, don't you touch em
He said, okay fine, ill just let my gun buck em
I said stop frontin, you aint even in my house
He says sorry, for the blood drippin on my couch
I said what color is the couch?
He says f*ck the color, under the cushion theirs an ounce
I said you better bounce, you in the wrong place
You got the wrong dude, you making a mistake
Meanwhile, Im driving as quickly as I can
Contemplating my next move, thinking of a plan
My phones rings again, whats this n*gga gunna tell me?
I hear the voice of my friend, screaming "Help Me"
I ask who it is, but all I hear is a flat tone
About a minute away, from being back home
I open up the front door, all I hear is silence
Go to my basement, hopin not to see violence
I walked down the stairs, and no one was there
No blood on the couch, no gun on the chair
I walked by upstairs, in utter amazement
No one was in my house, no one in my basement
Called the cops before, but still I await sirens
I knew I was right that the dude was straight lying
But then who's voice was on the phone, it sounded like my friend n'
Now that I am home, it appears they were pretendin'
Went upstairs, took off my socks and shoes
Lied on my bed, waitin to watch the news
Had two minutes, to the head of the hour
Went to the bathroom, find my friend dead in the shower
In a state of panic, I run to grab my weapon
Feeling f*cking shocked and fillled with aggression
My cell rings loudly, the caller ID say home
I say to myself, what the f*ck is going on?
Open my door, tryna hear something from a distance
Thought I heard a voice, coming from the kitchen
Creep down the stairs, start firing the weapon
Unload six shots in this motherf*ckers direction
But I must have missed him, no one was in the kitchen
Go to my car, about to put the key in the ignition
Suddenly, I feel a gun to the back of my head
Before I could say anything else, I was dead.