Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit   Through the years it's been the center for a lotta dumb shit   Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store   Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four      I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim   When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him   To empty out the register, naw that can't be Trevor   Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang      Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain   He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names   I thought great, it was time for me to shake   But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say, wait      When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it   I was about to leave that's when that nigga blew it   He lifted up his mask and said, "Hey Murs, it's me Trevor"   I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?"      Never mind, I turned around gave a deuce   Walkin' to the car feelin' like Q in Juice   Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose   Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money      He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy   They got yo ass on tape but they didn't see my face   Well, they got my car and my fuckin' license plate   Man get the fuck gone, Murs, why you gotta hate?      Hate nor love got shit to do with this   You better run for the fives come through this bitch   You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes   To dodge all them blue lights, he looked and said, "You right"      Then he bolted up the street once he left my slight   I gave a sigh of relief but that was right before I peeped   This dumb motherfucker left the bag full of money   Sitting right there on my passenger seat