2Eleven

- Yeah nigga, get the f*** down, b*tch.

Where the f*** you goin', boy?

You gon' make me run, nigga?

Where the f*** that sh*t at?

- I told you ain't no f***in' work.

- Hm.

- I got it, brother, let's go.

- Listen, homie, you

got what you came for.

Beat it, f*** boy.

- I know you heard what happened

to your man's white boy.

- Hell no.

- Man, somebody ran up and

they spot, took everything.

- You bullshit.

- Hell no.

Lord knows how many

bricks they got away with.

- And don't nobody know

who did it or nothin' huh.

- Nah.

Man, nobody.

I'da loved to

have a piece of that.

- Man, who you tellin'.

Damn, niggas

got away with brick and money?

And me and Murda runnin'

round this b*tch broke?

Sh*t, f*** that.

One two three, just livin' in a dream

Every day that goes by

Is the same old thing

I'm like a captain on a ship

With no steady course

Only one ever brought it back

Baby, you're the sun

A million dollars in

cash, would you kill for it

Hell, yeah, I would

Me too, sittin' at the

table baggin' all that work

If niggas only knew

what I was thinkin' about

It's like my conscience just

left and the music stopped

Niggas lookin' stumped, but

they ain't facin' the mood

They know why I go miss

like bitchin' n' juice

Catch me this time tomorrow

Whippin' da coop

Yeah, and when karma come

I have my AR pistol and my armor on

I ain't got a lot of

friends, I don't party none

But I keep celebratin'

like the Mardi Gras

They say you so anti,

why you act like that

They was just lookin' at

him while he snuck my step

Ain't paranoid, f***in' crazy

Money over everything, f*** you, pay me

I'm so far gone I'm on another planet

Stand in my cross let anybody have it

If you break my

- Nigga, this must not

be your day today, huh?

You ain't get sh*t all day, huh?

Put your money where your mouth at.

- But hunny hunny, man.

You hittin'.

- I got five, I got five.

Shoot the dice, man.

- 'Cause you gon' need another

motherf***er after this round, nigga

and can get some sh*t redone.

Ooh, money in the bank, my motherf***er.

- Go ahead, man.

Y'all ain't f***in'

wit each other no more?

- Hell nah.

Nigga ain't got time for all that bullshit

she got goin' on, dawg.

She dealin' with school

and a bunch of other sh*t.

Plus she f***in' with some

little young wild nigga, man.

I know you have to f***

around and kill that boy.

- You sound kinda hurt, my nigga.

- Look man, we riding with this nigga.

Let's bet a ben, f*** these niggas.

You got a ben?

- We shootin' all

hunnies over here.

- All hunnies, nigga,

throw the ben, f*** it, it's a ben.

- That's a thousand

right here, little nigga.

- Ey man, your weak ass gon'

have to shake them b*tches.

- Bet hunny, hunny, man.

- You got bad luck.

Ey, get him some water.

This motherf***er over here is sweating.

Give him some water.

You wanna bet it up again?

- I'm ridin'.

- Double it up,

- Bet hunny hunny.

- Double it up.

What you got, what your mans got?

They ran off?

Uh-uh, bet it up again, bet it up again.

Oh, money in the bank motherf***er.

What are you eating tonight?

Natty gettin' big, huh?

- Bad then a motherf***er too.

You need to get over there and see Mama.

- Ain't nobody got time for

the sh*t Mama be on, man.

Gon' be talkin' about

church and grand babies.

Man, ain't nobody got time for that sh*t.

- That's still yo mama,

and she need to see you.

When we get through

with all this bullshit,

go over there and check on her.

Yeah, aite.

- Matter of fact, bet all this sh*t.

I'm tired of your little weak ass, man.

- This, hey, this the

rent money, motherf***er.

You ain't said sh*t but a word.

- Bet that sh*t, man.

- Hope you got mo' than that.

Hope you got mo'

than that in yo pocket.

- Shoot the dice, man.

- Let's go.

- Oh, money in the

bank, money in the bank.

Yatsee, nigga.

Yatsee, motherf***er.

Where you 'bout to go, McD's?

- You got me, baby.

- You go to McD's all day.

- I'm f***ed up.

- Come on, you go to big house with us.

Come one, you gotta hop

on the city bus though.

- It's time.

- Let's get 'em.

Nigga, bet the, bet

the shoes, motherf***er.

Bet the bill, matter fact,

bet them shoestrings too.

I bet mama needs some new shoes like that.

Bet all that sh*t, the

shoes, the belt, everything.

Bet all that sh*t, nigga.

Nigga--

- Nigga, shut the

f*** up and turn around.

- Oh, stickin' up, man.

- Straight up, that's what

y'all doin', dawg?

Give me this sh*t, nigga.

- Give me that sh*t, nigga, watch, too.

- Oh, it's like that, Murda.

It's like that, nigga.

What the f***, nigga?

- Nigga, shut the f*** up,

and run that sh*t, nigga.

F*** you think this is?

Bang bang, b*tch.

Babe!

Babe!

Babe!

You got that shirt for me?

I can't hear you.

- Babe!

Babe!

The shirt!

What you want me to do?

Bring you the shirt too, damn.

- Damn.

Jess, Damn!

- Nigga, calm down.

What you so excited 'bout this shirt for?

You got a new broad you like or somethin'?

- Hell yes.

She's strapped like a gang banger too.

- Yeah, nigga, she might be.

But she ain't f***in' wit me dawg.

- Man, give me my f***in' shirt

and go put some clothes on.

Gotta open the door for Zo.

You know I'm trying to

get to the gang banger.

- I'm gon' beat yo ass and her ass too.

- Stop f***in' playin' and

give me the shirt, man.

What's good, bro?

- Sh*t, sh*t, came by see what you had up.

- Chillin, man.

- Woo, f*** yeah.

- Tell me you got some rellos.

- Hell no.

- Damn, we need some rellos.

- Ey, babe, ey.

Why don't you shoot to the store,

and grab a nigga juice, get me some rello.

- No.

Go ask that little gang banger b*tch

to go to the store for you.

Now, you know she come over

here, you gon' be trippin'.

Go get yo ass.

- She got the motherfuckin' ass too.

- She gon' beat yo ass, nigga.

- You.

- Got me f***ed up.

- This nigga a little b*tch though.

- Sh*t, you gon' f*** around and

marry that girl, boy, watch.

- You be havin' me f***ed up, man.

Do I look like a sucka to you or some?

- Hell yeah.

Look at this nigga, Nuck, dawg.

Man he done threw some

Ruccis on that hot mafucker?

- If it ain't the brokest niggas in the D.

- Man, get the f*** outta here, nigga.

- Before niggas come down

there and rob yo li'l ho ass.

- Ah, please don't rob me, mister crook.

Naw, f*** wit me.

In a year or two, ready I buy one of these

for the whole crew or somethin'.

- The f*** on.

- Yeah, aite, man, get

at me, get a bag, 911.

F*** on.

- Man, that nigga eatin'.

- Yeah, he eatin', nigga.

But niggas can do without

all that hot sh*t for real.

To get a b*tch like that, you

gotta have a whip like that.

I ain't 'bout to be on of

them li'l dirty niggas.

Shut yo li'l

fat dusty ass up, dawg.

- I know this ain't that nigga b*tch.

What's up, Bambo?

Sh*t, get me some rellos.

- No, that ain't it.

Look, could you double bag my sh*t?

Last time my sh*t was fallin'

all out the bag walkin' home.

Yo, what's up, little mama?

- Nah, I'm straight.

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