Phone Tap

Yo, this Esco, who this?

What's the dealy? I just touched grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin' around silly
Tryna find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen
Should've known she was a bitch that we both could've boned
If posted alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryna vibe until them hoes roll with the ride
Where's your joy and pride? You know, little Des' got your eyes

In the cut, drop CLK, the top's up
Left the mall, bought little Amar the toy truck
Your boy's what? Three-years-old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck-and-neck, they future's set
Trees got me wet, in the background's a old cassette
Fly Stephanie Mills shit
What's the deal with all this shit I'm hearin' up top?
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop?

That ain't your stee', you usually low-key when O-T
I'm only goin' off of what some weak bitch told me
That's some ill shit, here that bitch go with her clique
Dunn, I'll hit you right back 'cause the static is thick

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you

We just hit the crib-o, I'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, heard the ill news, these niggas killed Mo
The shit touched me, tryna chill, just lit a Dutchie
From a while back, same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleepin' in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans
Up in Washington Heights, right off the Deegan
Feel awful speakin', for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats, left with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes open, stay wise, shit is mind-blowin'
Look for any sign showin' one-time is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son, we took a oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milked the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the Conduit, headlights on
Fluid in the windshield, wipes gone

This light storm that's formin' in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly?
Hold up, my other side
Yo, son, some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin' two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man
Askin' your whereabouts, I gave 'em no leads
For all a nigga know, them hoes fuck with police

No shit, I'm clickin' over, I'ma tell Sos' quick
Son, them outta state bitches tryna get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach
Said there's no runnin', we FBI's Most Wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you

Yo, it's all good
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow, son, word
Stay on point, don't even use the phone
Just come to my crib, yo, word up
Out



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Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Nasir Jones, Anthony S. Cruz, Jermain Anthony Baxter, Chris B. Taylor
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