[INTRO]
(SHOESTRING)
Yeah, Shoestring is back in this motherf**er once again
Me and Jake The Flake teamed up in this b**h
f** all you n***as
Jake, tell them hoes something
(JAKE THE FLAKE)
You motherf**ing Vice cops
All you b**hes
Prepare for the k**ing
Coming down on all you hoes
It's going to be a serious manslaughter in this b**h
f** you
[VERSE 1 - JAKE THE FLAKE]
A n***a with the motherf**ing plate
Not a plate in my head
I mean the plate full of flake
Them oot-head b**hes on my dick for the pack
I gave that b**h a (???) and now I'm hitting it from the back
I'm Goin' Way Out and then I'm Goin' Through A Thang
Your girl was drug free but now that b**h is ooting 'caine
Strung out on that blow, that funky p**y ho
She didn't know how to oot but now that b**h is just a pro
Turning b**hes out, I got the f**ing clout
You didn't know what flake was
But now you know what it's all about
Cause I'm the provider
And you're the f**ing user
Call me the dealer
Cause you're the drug abuser
Chilling at the crib with some b**hes, playing Quarter Bounce
A n***a beeped me up
He wants a f**ing quarter ounce
I beeped the boy back
He didn't want no crack
I met him around the corner, it was a motherf**ing jack
I really wasn't prepared
But still I wasn't scared
He thought I was a ho
I had to let him know
Cause I'm a real jacker
And jacking was my first trade
I was jacking n***as way back in the first grade
So how the f** you think that he going to do what another n***a do
What was mean for me was never ever meant for you
Now it's time for paypack
n***a with that wack jack
You made a f**ed move and now it's time to get that head cracked
Blown to capacity
b**hes shouldn't have f**ed with me
To blow a n***a's brains out
Ain't sh** to me
Crazier than a mother
Suicidal like a bungee jump
Hunting n***as down in other hoods with my pump
k**ing n***as off for something I really shouldn't have started
I opened up the pack and hit the flake and then I farted
Walking through my hood I seen some b**h that's outside dancing
Visions in my head was k** the b**h like Charles Manson
k**ed so many n***as need to be waiting down on d**h Row
Got me in the county on suspicion of feinding for a blow
Caught me in a fiend's ride
Said I did some homicide
I was home alone with my girl that was my alibi
I'm a real n***a, ain't no time for acting phony
And plus, I do my dirt all by my lonely
Will they hem me up and lock me down
That's something I doubt
A n***a from the Ave. with attitude
I'm goin' way out
[HOOK]
n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
n***as from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
Brrrapppa!
(x2)
[VERSE 2 - SHOESTRING]
Back, still labeled as a k**er
Shoestring
f** Michael Jackson, I'm a thriller
I done done my time, just like a beast
Searching a n***a down, and trying to take his piece
Two n***as from the Ave. with some motherf**ing beef
I'm the f**ing Sheriff, and Jakey is the Chief
I beef with many cliques and many n***as they have brung
Some of them n***as went home
And some of them n***as got hung
Ooted in my crib
I think somebody's peeping
The cops are in my window
They must think I was sleeping
Go for your arrest and I'll be coming out the covers
I'll step back and start popping motherf**ers
I've been up for two days
And now that I am yawning
My body's feeling numb
My nose is steady running
I'm looking at my mother as my motherf**ing enemy
Called my little sister a b**h
Said the ho is no kin to me
Should I shoot my mother
Or should I just rape her
Should I cut her up like a chain and drape her
Slapped myself in the face
Cause I know I must be tripping
Had a dream of k**ing Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen
Yo, I'm ooting 'caine in my motherf**ing nostrils
Having visions of murdering b**hes in my house shoes
And now I'm broke and back in to reality
The same old thing, facing that police brutality
Reached to my side, my 'caine's a goner
Grabbed my f**ing gat and I headed to that corner
Looking for my brother, and his f**ing boys
I don't give a f**, I'll play them n***as like some toys
Looked up the street and seen my n***a named Jake
Beefing with my brother, (Tyrese?), (???) and Ray-Ray
n***as stole my rocks
And then them n***as rolled them
Made a fat knot, co*ked the 50s back and fold them
Now I'm seeing see three n***as
co*ked back and three brims
Pimping around the corner
And they're rolling on Punchy's rims
Yeah I stopped the car and asked them for my dope
Ike cracked a grin, I grabbed him by his throat
Ty reached up back and took a pop at his brother
And said, "the only person I love is my f**ing mother"
Yo, went to my house and called Punchy on the telephone
They ganked him and me
And now them n***as living wrong
Punchy got his rims back
But I didn't get my dope, G
Ike bought some gear and now them n***as gone to Tennessee
I took no loss
I know that I'm the coach-ie
Somebody's at my door
Peeped out my window, I see Roachie
Ira's ooted out
I know the n***as dopin'
He's f**ing them b**hes good
And busting their heads open
Back is the Caravan, acting like a old man
Steady smoking Billies with a brewskie bottle in his hand
I'm Shoestring
You know I'm not a joker
I don't smoke crack cause I'm not a crack smoker
That's the way it is
And this is what it's all about
These are n***as from the Ave
And we're going way out
[HOOK]
[OUTRO]
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