Counterfeit

I'm feelin' kinda sick

Shorty cause my last flip got hit with some counterfeit

Whole damn hundred

Must of been desperate

Be out here bein' greedy, so the line I didn't check it

So I'm sittin' in the spot

Countin' on my knot

Pistol on the flo' while I'm sittin' on the couch

Then I heard a knock

I know this bet' not

I was so damn excited I forgot to grab the Glock

Snatched open the do'

Gave my dawg the nod

And pieced his ass up while he was reachin' for that do' nob

Grabbed his head and kneed him in his chin

Put 'em in a headlock, kicked him in the shin

Got him on the ground

Hands on the throat

But guess what the fuck this nigga started reachin' fo'?

Lucky for me my nigga peeped him, changed the moment

Cause at that very point, shit went in slow motion

Picked up the heater

Cocked that bitch back

Squeezed two times saw a real bright flash

"Tat tat"

Then the fiend started screamin'

Ran out the apartment with his right calf leakin'

Then we chase after

Heater still smokin'

Caught him in the alley and let that bitch open

"Tat tat"

He squeezed two mo' at my man

And next thing we heard he gettin' picked up in an ambulance

Next day

Chillin' feelin' proper

We just smokin' some Mustafah

Hash in it, and we ain't even mention it

Around this time playin' 2K1

We were so young and dumb dawg we even kept the gun

And if we got caught dawg we would've got hung