(DJ announcer)
DJ Skee, World premier

(Omar Cruz)
Lord forgive me, my conscience is weak
I’m pullin up slow on him, and I'm holding the heat
I ain’t tryin to kill no one, i’m just tryin to eat
and what he’s wearing is enough to feed my family for weeks
he don’t see me, he’s busy hollering at freaks
they all on him, just like his videos I see on TV
I pull over in a Cut and watch him patiently
adrenaline rush quickly increases my heart beat
he’s walking towards me, he the only body he gotta see
he’s waiting for LA to pull up the Bentley
I’m locked and loaded, no body knows I'm on his scene
need a G ridin money, grab as many as four tees
walked with the shadows, like a wolf and it’s creeps
I'm close enough to him, to hear his bitch ass breath
I’m sizing him up, two chains, matching earrings
and one of those Jacob watches, them rappers wear, I think
I’m bouts to come up, damn my girl gon love me
I’ll buy her a new whip, a trip to Hawaii
I’ll fill up the whole fridge, get close to my baby
just handle this one lick, and homie I'm home free
now he’s walking by himself to a corner to go pee
this couldn’t be more perfect, I walk down the alley
pull over my black hoodie and take it off safety
when suddenly a black and white passes by me
making about facing this is a bit quickly
this wasn’t the right place, it wasn’t the right sea
it’s time to go retrace my steps and for plan B
no matter what it takes this shy is coming with me

(hook - Omar Cruz)
I know this isn’t me
but homie I'm broke
and I gotta eat
it’s bothering me
it’s necessary
do shit for doe
what people believe

(DJ announcer)
this is a DJ Skee exclusive

(Omar Cruz)
and now I fallow him, with bitches in line
I got my eyes locked on him, standing two cars behind
he driving west on Hollywood, and stop at a light
this mothafucka think he’s Michael Jackson, waving good-bye
I passerby recognize his homie for side
I blend in with the rest of his convoy, out to ride
we’re heading to Sunset Plaza, so his house looks like a lot
a party with people outside, a perfect place to rob
no body at the door, seems open for entry
I park the ride down the hill and loose sight of the Bentley
take a sip from the bottle, put the extra clip away
and buff on a Sanchez, I had in my ash tray
now I'm focus, like a wolf in the night
walk up the hill with torsos gettin him on a mile
I walk up to the house, it's a commotion outside
of course the star has just arrived, he’s flossin and shine
I walked right passed him, no body lookin at me
I smile at the punk walking, smoking on the balcony
I’m finally in, I’m scooping out the whole scene
there’s model type bitches everywhere, so this is where it be
now I’m waiting for dude, he’s taking his time slowly
make his way to the living room with some of his homies
I'm in caught needle, waiting for the right moment to strike
he’s smokin weed with some bitches, sippin on a Coors Light
I’m tired of waitin, I'm just gonna walk on him tight
and put the cannon in his mouth like if it was a mic
but wait, here he comes, he’s startin to get up
he pulls up this one bitch and smacks her in the butt
he takes her by the hand, she walkin like she’s drunk
he’s heading for the bathroom, he’s tryin to go fuck
but the only one gettin fucked is this homie cause I'm a dump
if he doesn’t give it up, his jewels is what I want
they get in the bathroom, I hold on to the door knob, I wait a few seconds
and once a gain it’s on

Dude - Okay baby, come on
Girl - right here
Dude - yea right here, baby come on
Girl - in the bathroom
Dude - yea in the bathroom, you know you want this shit
Girl - okay
Dude - yea
Girl - oh fuck
Omar - yo break yourself mothafucker, get up against the wall
Girl - what the fuck!
Omar - bitch shut the fuck up
Dude - yo chill man, chill, chill
Omar - yo give me the chain, give the earrings, yo give me the watch, give me the watch, give it up
Girl - oh my god, oh my god, stop
Omar - yo bitch you say some’n else, I'm a smoke your ass
Dude - yo chill, chill man, chill, chill
Omar - you got some money in your wallet? got some money?
Girl - stop!
Omar - yea, yea, yea give me that shit
Girl - stop!
Omar - alright bitch shut the fuck up, yo get up on the tub, if you come out this mothafucka
Dude - don’t shoot, don’t shoot
Omar - I'm a smoke yall!

(Omar Cruz)
walk out the bathroom, I know I only got seconds
before the whole party knows an armed robber is in the presence
sliding through people swiftly, make my way to the exit
waitin for a gun shot to come from any direction
I made it out, now I'm running across the front lawn
I'm hearing voices in the distance saying, “that mothafucker gone!”
jump in the ride, I put it in drive, no one in sight
I'm heading down the hill, going forty with no headlights
homie I made it, I'm out of Sunset
bust a left till I hit the freeway and that’s it
when damn, I'm blocked by the po’s, what the fuck is this
they cut me off, no sirens, no lights, just this
I'm like shit, maybe they pull me over cause I was speeding
get a ticket, than I'm on my way, nothin to see here, he walks up slow, he looks down at me
damn, this pig looks familiar, who the fuck could this be
he looks around, pulls his heat out and points it at me
I remember his face from earlier in the alley
damn, ain’t this a bitch, he looks at me and says
“don’t be stupid just give me the jewelry”




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