Counterfeit

(álbum: Detroit State Of Mind 4 - 2010)

I'm feeling kinda sick
Shorty cause my last flip got hit with some counterfeit
Whole damn hundred
Must of been desperate
Be out here being greedy, so the line I didn't check it
So I'm sitting in the spot
Counting on my knot
Pistol on the flo' while I'm sitting 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 reaching 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 reaching 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 screaming
Ran out the apartment with his right calf leaking
Then we chase after
Heater still smoking
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 getting picked up in an ambulance
Next day
Chilling feeling proper
We just smoking some Mustafah
Hash in it, and we ain't even mention it
Around this time playing 2K1
We were so young and dumb dawg we even kept the gun
And if we got caught dawg we would've got hung