Текст песни Loon - Story
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Yeah, check it out, uh yo[Verse 1 - Loon]Yo, I was sittin on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble gooseNigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this nigga MooseThis nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissyRun up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get busyI seen niggaz resent, some nigga wrist be broke over this cokeor pocket full of crispyDollar bills make nigga swallow the steelAnd most niggaz can`t swallow a pill, know how that feel?But back to the skit nigga, in back of the whipWith the windows half way down about to clap on some shitAnd I`m rappin and shit to this platinum chickIt was fucked up, I got shorty back of the whipI`m paranoid but still got the gat and the clipIf them niggaz spit, I got to spit back at the whipIf it go down, shorty whole back`ll get rippedAnd that`s low down, real life theatrical shitso I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of pacesSaid some "Hail Mary" maintain my patience (*4 gun shots*)Oh shit, this nigga spit four quickI threw shorty down and let off the whole clip (*several gun shots*)Then reloaded but holdin the whole whip (*gun cocks*)In broad day, so niggaz done witnessed the whole shitHad to flee this shit is blasphemyI took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me (*gunshot*)This nigga Moose got loose from the cabooseAin`t thinkin about a truce, try to knock my dick looseMy deuce-deuce ain`t fuckin with Moose .40I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shortyTwo to her gut, one to her chest, one to her headNow shorty layin puddles of red, fuck it I`m fedI`m tryna figure was it somethin I saidThat got this dumb nigga bustin out lead, discussion is deadI understand this man, he got a cannon in his handThe sound alone, this shit is bananasMy one plan was to hit him and run famBut God saved my life, when he made his gun jamTime to leave but he still tryna squeezeInstead of tryna buy him some time on his kneesNigga please, you got no reason to buck upKnowin that you `bout to get shot the fuck upDuke was brave but his stupid waysIs the reason why I`m `bout to twist Duke toupeeAnd I`ma squeezin but the gun wouldn`t shot no straysNow we even but the nigga like 6`2, what would you do?I`m `bout to out fox this niggaSon at 165, I`ma box this niggaBut what he don`t know, Loon `bout to ox this niggaHit him dead in his fuckin neck, when I chop this niggaBut thoughts in my mind, tellin me let it slideSo I`ma get in my ride and catch Duke another timeJust circle the block smoke a purple of chocThis nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spotNo bullshit, collapse right on the blockCrackheads went in his slacks, hit him right in his knotSave me the trouble, now my phone on bubble (they comin for you)Feds tappin my line, like nigga condone the troubleWalk out my motherfuckin home is a struggleFuck them pigs, I don`t own no shovel[Outro - Loon - talking]What the fuckNow all that bullshit I done been through with this niggaI ain`t lay a single solitary motherfuckin hand on this niggaThis nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is all on my assLike I did somethin to this niggaWord to my mother, this shit is some real bullshit manThis nigga killed my motherfuckin bitch (*bells start ringing*)Now I`m runnin around like motherfuckin Harrison FordLike I`m some motherfuckin "Fugitive" or somethin manThis is some real bullshit manBut I`ma ride this shit out manCause I`ma motherfuckin Bad Boy