Brother Ali - Nice Double Em lyrics

(Rat ta tat, rat ta tat, rat ta tat
Tatta rat ta ta tatta to make his blood
Splatter
You jackin me you go the wrong season
You got your piece I got my piece
And all I need now is a
Reason for me to start squeasin'
Matter fact, gimme your rings, watch
And yo house keys and make it fast shorty
Or I'ma put gun smoke up in the breeze
And I'm glad he ain't call my bluff
Cause I ain't really had my gat
It wouldn't of been nothing for
Him to peel back my wig
He saw this piggy go wee-wee all the way home
To get my chrome cause now I got to
Lock some shots off in that dome
(Why's that?)
Because my manhood has got to stay in pact
He can't just play me out
In front of the ladies, that shit is wack
But now I got my gat back
Down in the downtown district
Dyin' to spill some gravy
On this motherfcking biscuit
Seen him kicking it out on
Nicklet like it was nothin'
Go around the block one more time and
I swear to God I'm dumpin'
Looked over my shoulder knowin'
Time was any place i jumped out the car
Unloaded the nine up in his face!
With no feelin, peelin' out
Tires all squeelin'
Adrenilen to my brain got me
Higher than the ceilin' but people talk
I'll probly never get dissed again
And Minnesota got ten thousand lakes
To dump the pistol in oooh
Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
(Go Bang) i ran home quick
Changed my clothes and dipped
In my lady's transam
If they ask you where I am don't tell em shit
You ain't seen me or heard from me
She asked where I would go
I said you know I'ma go stay
With grandma down in Chicago
I know how fast your car go
Way up over a hundred
But, I can't get caught speedin
I might be federally wanted
Man them cops be on it
I can't afford to get sloppy
Cause if I slip up at any
Single point yo they got me
So I rock the accelerator never greater than
Thinking strictly about my journey
What I did still hasn't hit me
I touch down in the shy
Grandma stay on southside
Just trying to get some rest
After that eight hour drive
And Grandma surprised
But always happy to see me
So I'm kicked up at the
Rest playing Nintendo watching tv
And believe me I know that
I'm still on the run
But, I'm happy that this part
Of the getaway is done cause, I
Yo, it's kinda hard to live with what I did
Cause everytime I close my eyes all I
See is me blasting that kid
But yo, I did exactly what I had to do
If that was him in my shoes
He would of blasted me too
Besides, everybody's mamma cry sometime
And you know everyone gotta die sometime
And grandma said I had a cousin in Minnesota
That I ain't even know about ya know
And just last week he got
His brains blown out
And so his little funeral
Was being held today
I'm dressed in black Versacci and
Mad respect I payed
But whoever shot my cousin sure
Wet up that poor bastard
Cause the wake and the funeral
Was strictly closed casket but yo
They had his picture on the
Program and oh damn
They had his picture on the
Program and oh damn
Starred at my cousin on that program
And I couldn't even speak
That's the kid that I shot last week