House In Virginia 3

Pop was still plotting
I'ma kill this nigga
Mekka still thotting
Joe got a question for Karen
A ten-carat ring, a proposal, and some Louboutins
For you
And Kway was laying low
Somebody telling
Shit honestly, I think the Feds know
Somebody telling
December stacking every penny for her and her bro to go
They had to go, they had to go, they had to go
And Joe ain't care for nothing but the fam'
Family first
He was done, like, on his last grams
Only work
Ready to ask Karen for her hand
She 9 months, he saved up
Fuck it he tryna be a man
Ok we all know that he been down, but he got up and he got right
I wish mama could see him now
Look at me mama
Ready to queen her
When he see her drop down
Repeated the words a million times
He couldn't wait to see her smile
Meanwhile, Pop was in the living room pacing
I'ma kill this nigga
Him, Shells, lil' BK and Jason
Swear to God, I'ma kill this nigga
Ski mask, a mind that was vacant
The tech, both mags, and the K from the basement
His lil' niggas from the town
What's popping?
Already know how they got down
We got 'em
Kill a nigga for nothing right now
So imagine Pop accepting new guns in the pound
Alright look, pay attention
Each swinging by to scoop up some bread
I don't just want this pussy dead
I need this nigga whole head
His whole fucking head
Fuck common sense
Fuck common sense
Fuck logic
A contract on Kway's skull
Pop was gon' sign it
Shells rolling weed up
Jason just nodded
Lil BK staring, focused, demonic
And Pop walked to the closet
Never guess what's inside it
I guess this where we talk about his sick side
It was a girl, bag over her head, hands zip tied
Took the bag off, it was Shay
The mother of his seed, like the closest thing to Kway
Watching her for weeks, he followed her the whole day
When it was war, you had to war, and Pop wasn't tryna play
Wasn't tryna play
Somebody got paid for this
Somebody gotta pay for this man
Ain't really want to take the bitch
She tried to scream when he pulled off the bag
Was walking out the bank
The rest happened so fast
Looking for her keys, face and hand in her bag
Pop hopped, smooth out, and gun-buttled with the mag
And ever since she been tied
In her head praying to her God
"If you get me out of this, I'll leave that Kwayshawn alone, this is bullshit"
Had it made up in her mind
December had 200 grand in the safe
Ready to go now, new persons, new things, new place
It's time to go
No destination and no reason to stop
Made her mind up
She leaving if she leaving with Pop
It's time to go
She was dying and niggas wanted him dead so to stay'll just be foolish
Had more than enough bread
And it's sunny in Miami well the magazine said
Already picked out the crib and the dopest dream bed
She had wounds
So pretty
Cut deep
Long nights
But ugly
Couldn't sleep
She was tired or felt weak
Called Pop both times, both got the beep
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Eff it, I'll leave a message
Hello
Probably running round with Joe
Pop
Bro
Bro
It's December, we gotta go
Mekka on her knees getting right
Brazilian weave, red bottoms, sucking dick part life
Favorite nigga out of her niggas 'cause Rob wanted to wife
Rob met her in the streets they called him Officer White
And when she finished with that head it was right to the kitchen
Cooking on the phone with Katrina, yes bitching
Gossiping, thinking she knowing shit when she didn't
Katrina throwing gas and predictions
And Pop gon' kill Kway but that ain't none of my business
Found out bout December, bitch, that nigga been tripping
Fucked up, Kway just gave him 40 whole chickens
40, bitch?
40 whole chickens
Low-key, Pop paid Tall J a visit
You know J, brown skin, always wear the fitted
Yeah yeah yeah I know, I know
He run around with Kway, yep yep, Pop did it
Whaaat?
Rob behind her listening, so technically she snitching
Joe pull up home
He take a deep breath
Look at the ring once
Hop up out the Lex
He thinking about the future
He jog up, up the steps
And he gon' do his part
'Cause God gon' do the rest
Phone ring, Pop answer, it was Kway
Yo, I need that whole hundred
There was nothing left to say
I gotchu big bro
Kway was tryna stack
Feds coming any day
Already made his other rounds
Last stop for the day
Ain't been home since 'bout May
Been staying in the cut with Sharae
Met her out Miami, she be stripping in the A
300 stacks, him and bae
They was dipping to the Bay
Soon as Kway hang up, his phone ring
It was his shooter, lil' Greg
He was home team
What's popping big bro? I know probably you busy
Whatchu doing? Who you with? I think you should come and get me 'cause I'm drunk
Busting moves, why? What's up? Something wrong? You in a rush? Give me few, I'll meet you out front
Nah come get me now, you got your nina?
Just hung up the phone with my baby mother Katrina
What she say?
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
Bae?
He called for Karen while he reached for his strap
Bae?
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
Bae?
He called for Karen while he reached for his strap
Karen?
Rob grabbed his jacket and his vest
This is Officer White, a backup request
Possible suspect, a homicide death
I'm 78 bound now, I'm headed towards West
Joe ain't hear Karen in the house
Karen?!
But saw her car and her keys on the couch
Bae, where you at?
Usually by now he'll hear her big mouth
Stop playing
Babe, stop playing, come out
No funny shit, I got the gun out
If she playing, I'ma choke her
Grab the strap tight and move a lil' closer
Ain't know why, but he had tears
Wasn't scared but fears what could be waiting at the top of them stairs
Good look lil' bruh I'm on the way
So these lil' niggas really wanna play?
What? Joe? Pop?
Joe, it was Pop of all people
Hurt a nigga that'll feed you
That's why you can't help people today
That's crazy
Mekka was so busy with the gossip
Stupid
That she ain't notice that her inbox was popping
Stupid
20 missed texts from her best
Meet me at the house bitch, 20 minutes less
That was 2 hours ago
Some head, a whole meal, and a shower ago
Whole shower ago
Y'all niggas bring the straps, Kway coming now
Got off the phone
I'ma go first, when I signal
Y'all drum him down
Nigga be paranoid and shit
He where we want him now
I'll leave out the front
Y'all go back and come around
Kway called Scoota, 'nother shooter
Hello? Ayy lil' bro where you at?
Hey lil bruh... where Bay Bay and Buddha?
Call the homies
Time to smoke a nigga code word "hookah"
And he knows to bring the macs
Any time Kway say "computers"
You already know I gotchu
I be smoking hookah on my laptop
Alright
In the van, y'all meet me on the back block
We gon' be there
God could't save them lil' niggas
Them was Kway boys
He practically raised them lil' niggas
And I declare war
I declare war
Friends turned enemies that's for sure
Karen!
It was a letter on his bed
Kissed in lipstick, written in red
Still no signs of his bae but... but this is what it said
"First of you perfect by far
I'm dark
Night sky, you a star
I think my flaws make you shine better
I felt so dirty
You could find better
I met this nigga named Kway
I did you wrong
I don't know what to say, but I'm gone
Queens deserve castles and it's wrong
Risking your life everyday for a pawn"
I'm crying now, 'cause I'm dying now
Wait? What?
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now
Karen?!
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now
The fuck? What? Huh?
He looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
Looked to his left
Looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
She was right there
No!
In the tub
No!
Face open, dripping blood
What the fuck?!
Did it with his gun
She was gripping his snub
Laying right there
Karen, his love

Breaking news
10 men part of a shootout, slain, broad daylight
2 cars riddles with bullets
Middle of Newark, New Jersey
Also, one cop shot 28 times, he's in critical, critical condition
Two women found in two separate houses both shot in the head
We don't know if these cases were connected
State police say they have one witness who claims to know everything
Stay tuned
We'll pick up the story at 8
Jersey

(No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them)