Somebody slipped me a mickey I'm dustin' my Raucomb Can't see straight and I can't feel my jawbone Can't find my phone so I can't even call home Damn Heard a nigga said he was buggin' Where Sheek, Louch or Jadakiss or cousin? Which one of them niggas could come get him? 'Cause homie set him up and you know that he gone wet 'em Don't know where I'm at or why I'm there Or what the fuck I was doin', my memory is ruined If I blacked out that seems awkward I feel nauseous, I'm usually so cautious Searchin' for somethin' that's familiar But then I smell haze from Vermilyea I guess I'm on Dyckman in the Heights Then I heard nut-cracker and Vicodin and Ice It was the plug's right hand Fuckin' gun butt, woke up in the big white van Y'all niggas just kidnapped the kid? He told me, "Hell yeah, boy, you you know what it is I know where you live, I'ma bring you to the crib If you don't get the money up, Imma kill your kids" Told him, "nigga I just moved" He hit me with the gun again, I know it's gone bruise Damn, came in the house, took of my shoes Put my feet up, grabbed the remote, turned on the news Cheese Doodles, Ramen Noodles, Toaster Strudels I'm high, nigga 'bout to make pancakes Or should I just go to sleep until Styles come? He takin' too long we supposed to do a juice bar run Then my phone rang like yo we got your man (Who this) I hang up like this stupid bitch playin' again Then he hit me with a picture of SP I'm sayin' to myself, "What kidnapper gone text me?" Fuck outta here, LOL, FOH Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist I'm like, oh shit, I need more liquor I got money and everythin' don't touch my nigga Where we meetin' at? I'm comin' alone, grab my chrome Then I hit my nigga Kiss on the phone Ayo dog, it's funky out this bitch It's some coward niggas tryin' to get rich I swear to God Imma leave these niggas right in the ditch He like (Yo, chil, chill, try to relax, I know you ready to go to war) I'm like nigga that's facts But if you come around the back, silencers on And put a couple in the air, these niggas is gone I grabbed the 44 long, they think somethin' is sweet Box of shells already had the pump in the jeep Closed casket, I ain't leavin' nothin' to see Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P They probably seen him makin' a bet, puttin' it in We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them Like the line between love and hate, couldn't be thin They don't rock like that or we wouldn't be friends Ready to dump on sight in front of the law I met Louch on Academy in front of the stall Was the call blocked or did they leave a number to call? (We like nah, son, private, hop in, drive it Anythin' we ever been through we survived it, you know that, nigga) Real talk I just hope they don't try shit Before we get to em or somebody gotta die quick Shit, I was lost for a second I snapped right back when we crossed 207th Thinkin' to myself should've bought the MAC-11 Seen a white van followin' the Porsche in the seven Damn maybe I'm just illin' The van made a right, BM in the Porsche trailed 'em We was two cars back They went through the light and pulled over by a buildin' Still no signs of the ghost We kept our eyes on 'em, but we didn't play em close Seen the crib that they went in Cocked my shit, Louch slipped another clip in Knocked on the door with the hammers They all lookin' at the playback on the cameras Lucky we ain't squeeze off the weapons Part of a short film that P was directin' Yeah, we needed to get it without rushin' We set it up right the white van was production We caught y'all both in rare form We gotta shoot shit like this from here on Then we got high and bent And laughed it off Yeah, and that's how that went, word This nigga P He got me and Louch ridin' all around Washington Heights With muthafuckin' pumps, 44 longs, Desert Eagles All kind of shit that get you 100 years Lookin' for this nigga in one of these buildings And the whole time he tapin' this shit For him and- Shootin' a sort film him and Poos wrote This niggas the illest yo Anyway after we calmed down The Dominican niggas gave us a couple ounces We bought a couple bottles We got high and drunk And we laughed that shit off while them niggas was editin' that shit This nigga's crazy yo!