Harry Fraud - Red Fox Restaurant lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] At the present time, we have no information as to the current whereabouts of Mr. Hoffa We have no information that he is living or dead (La Musica de Harry Fraud) La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah [Verse 1: Curren$y] It was a stable way of livin', still a ni**a had to stop At the rate we was gettin' it, how could we refuse to cop? I took over the block, stood on top my money, saw a way out The high life, every night, we livin' like the ball drop on New Year's But that ain't firecrackers that you hear Best believe there's candy stashed beneath them trees Them boys will blast you, then they'll flee the scene Don't ask me what team I'm from, what side I'm on Eastside, New Orleans where I started, top of the world before I'm done This the never die corporation, makin' wages with my neighbors Porsche's and Ferraris racin' I work hard and I made it, y'all ni**as hardly, hardly hustlin' garbage And they bars is scribbled on some toilet paper Blaze I got it, my gang keep the ladies excited She saw the car that I'm drivin', and now she wanna get fu*ked inside it Happy to oblige, every day I'm high (Every day I'm high) Came here to collect my check, now show me where to sign (Sign, sign, sign) La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah [Bridge / Interlude] Early yesterday acting on a request from the Hoffa family Police found Hoffas' car in the restaurant parking lot Said it showed no sign of a struggle [Verse 2: Dave East] No need for no doctor You disappear like Jimmy Hoffa Blacked out in the spot, pour the Hennessy, I don't drink no vodka On my Poppa, I done blew more tree than any rasta One more shot, and we can rob 'em Lot of jokers, we ain't got 'em ni**as spiteful I'm far from religious, ain't read the Bible I pray Allah forgive me, don't care about goin' viral (Goin' viral) Wanted the condo with the balcony, the staircases spiral fu*k a mask, pull a bare face and find you, and surprise you Been low from dice games, 'cause they'll line you ('Cause they'll line you) My whole life changed when Nas said, "I got you", I paint it just like Picasso I don't owe you nothin', you lucky I let you taste this bottle They been on my body, no lyin', I never chased a model (Chased a model) Now if I post a photo, I bet it gonna make 'em follow Dig in either pocket, pull some cake up out it You had your own dream, you could've went and did your thing Didn't have to hate about it There so much I could say about housin', just glad I made it out it [Outro] I have never witnessed anything in my life, such as what has been going on here the last eight weeks An Atmosphere of fear An atmosphere created by United States Marshals, by the FBI, and the Government as a whole For the sole purpose of harassing, and trying to frighten citizens of the United States