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Verse One: what up kid? i know shit is rough doing your bid when the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done plus congratulations you know you got a son i heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper flip it, talk about he acts too rough he didn't listen he be riffin' while i'm telling him stuff i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you but yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? jeromes niece, on her way home from joes beaches club plus little rob is selling drugs all the time hanging out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? if so then hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest say whassup to herb, ice and bullet I left a half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what? one love Verse Two: dear born, you'll be out soon, stay strong out in new york the same shit is going on the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother, i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and now they run together, what up son, whatever since i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone piece whylin' on the island but now with [???] better chill 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire last time you wrote you sai