Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?   I need y'all niggaz to buckle up one time   Fasten your seat belts, I'm a take y'all on some real shit   This Theodore shit, y'all niggaz know what time it is and shit   Y'nah I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know      Yo, making moves back and forth uptown   60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee   Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke   Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted      Whip smelling like fish from 125th   Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs   Back seat with my leg all stiff   Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks      Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips   I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys   Got the Montana pulled in front of the store   Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank      The moment is here   Take your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put   Fuck them niggaz on the block they shook, most of them won't look   They frontin', they no crooks and fuck up they own juks   Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot      Straight ahead is the doorway   See that lady that lady with the shopping cart   She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway   Damn she look pretty old Ghost   She work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven   She paid her dues when she smoked   His brother in law at his bosses' wedding      Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in   3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door   You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you   Why? Why you behind me Larry?      Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you   You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude   Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit   Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine   Dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it      Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it   Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott   This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?   These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son      Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice   Big round onions on a T-bone steak   My stomach growling yo I want some   Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knocked at the door   Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face      Push me in quickly when the bitch open up   Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun   Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie   No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you suppose to phone me   Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door   The door flew open, dude had his mouth open   Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin'   Told him freeze, lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment      Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him   Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast   His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon   Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot, then kicking the four fifth      Broke a bone in her wrist and she dropped the heat   Give up the coke! But the bitch wouldn't listen   I'm on the floor like holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy   He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz      He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'   Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared   Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air   Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear      Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first   Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon   The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves   The big one had the centipede stab wound      Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out   The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out   To be continued