Communications

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Just got off the jack with my son thats up north

Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin off

'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the streets

With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans man

We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick up

But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked up

Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was strong

Contacted the kid and told him lets be gone

I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-shon

Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your pythons

I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip on

Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no heat

They play the night time sweet, like they can't get beat

I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shit

Yo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo yo

These niggas stay sleep

Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked?

Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home and

When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dome

He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four four

We pushed our way in, we wasnt playin

Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M.

Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatima

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state

Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late

We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state

Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate

Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta state

Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be late

We got moves to make, flood the whole New York state

Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plate

Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock?

P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit

Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin off and more drive

?Diggy with the seats sung?

half a pie in the trunk with the music blastin

Clouds of smoke, yo this lifes no joke

We from QB son, we ain't tryin to be broke

We makin moves to where the money's at, get it up and bring it back

New cats the boogie OT knew how to work it

Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked it

Bad habits, livin lavish, rockin front and cabbage

Tyrin to follow the leader, but paul paid for peter

The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat up

I'm from NY, city slicker, beat'choo with the G quicker

Business so well I'll have your towns clientelle

Kyron but me on through the cell, my OT

Get that brick money son, I'll meet you back in QB

See we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat off

Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat off

See we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plate

And keep our name low key on this New York state

You know how ?rule? quiet is kept, lets get this money fool

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