Ransom, Rome Streetz, Ché Noir - Claudine lyrics

Staircase scriptures and corner store dreams
I'm off the fourth green
I know four fiends, one name is Claudine
When she was fourteen
She worked on them corners where
They made whores scream
For more cream she worked at Walgreens
And kept the store clean
She ain't the type of bitch you call queen
You want the smoke then she got all steam
She told me the plan
It sound like a raw scheme
I gave the bitch a lil' morphine
And watch the jaw lean
So when we done it's either more green
Or make it a Saw scene

The devil showed me things that'd
Make the Lord scream
Dollars rule everything around me but that
Dope will surely bring your dreams
To life or a nightmare, in Claudine's case
Turned all of her fine features
To a fucked fiend's face
That shit is crazy, i seen her go from
College student to prostitution
Her life fucked up now
And nobody got solutions
Half of me wish she would stop the usin'
But the monkey on her back bring
Scratch so I cannot refuse it

This shit is shaky, we
Should not pursue this, stop the music
Rock produced it
Shorty would put us on the cop's to do list
One of her ex tricks was restless
He want her neck slit
She took him for a diamond necklace
I think she signed a death wish
You should've seen how she expressed this
She talkin' reckless
She know the safe and where he kept it
You can hear she desperate
Where's the exit's? She even know
Where he appears for breakfast
Even disrespectful fearin' respect shit

Just as I expected, she tried to be sly
But I'm way ahead with the plan that I
Put together to make her a dead bitch
The TEC is leverage
But I don't even gotta let it off
She so dumb, she called a nigga that I
Knew to get involved tryna double-cross
Her mystery gon' be unsolved
Next time she cop a speed ball
Cut it with fentanyl
That'll bring a close to her story
Quickly and end it all
No need to hold a hoe for ransom
That shit'll look random
Around here these fiends
Overdosin' in tandems
Just another body, no one throws a tantrum

Unload the handgun, let's
Stop her breathing, lots of treason
Had the doctor screamin' "Yo
Let's stop the bleedin'"
This bitch I do not believe in

Plottin', schemin'
Lookin' for the man I usually cop from
Dark complexion, ooh I think I spot son
Baggy jeans and Timberlands
You can tell from his stance
That he run the block
I stole and scraped for this purchase
But still ain't got enough to cop
I was a prom queen turned to fiend
I walked to him he turned to
Me as I urge and plea
"Can you serve me please?"
He replied, "Bitch I don't work for free"
"It's a nigga tryna murder me
I got a way that you can earn some green"

That's word to me
I burn 'em like third-degrees
In the Persian heat them niggas heard of me
I'm like Al Capone on these Jersey streets
I serve the beef, little does shorty know
Ain't no glory hoe
The nigga that she burnt is my man
Wait let me call my bro
"Streetz, you know Claudine
That stupid whore fiend
That got you for them diamonds back in '14
When you had the porch clean?
Yeah, she think I'm approachable
And got all these reasons I
Should be smokin' you
That's what I call treason
So what I'm supposed to do?"

"Rock the bitch to sleep, so lovely, son
Don't expose your moves
Really violate her like you do
Beats in the vocal booth tell her link up
The spot be only for a chosen few
Let her hit the bag, she
Gon' sniff and start convulsing
Overdosin'
Who gon' find out? She lucky I ain't
Say to blow her mind out
She get an open casket when she sign out"

Phone Conversation "Yuh"
"Yo, What's good my nigga"
"Oh shit, what's poppin'?"
"Yo, I handled that shit, you heard"
"That's what's up
That's what happens when you love
Death and hate life"
"That's a fact, so look
I got courtside at the Garden tonight"