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If you was man down and them niggas that was with you
Knew who hit you and chose to stand down
When you got back up
Who the next to get shot back up?
If you was man down and them niggas that was with you
Knew who hit you and chose to stand down
When you got back up
Who the next to get shot back up?
Range Rover motorcade
Doors open, out come a Gucci rain loafer
That was torn beige
Italian cut suit, security
With their eyes on every motion made
Even the chauffer sprayed
The suit was accompanied by a female
Draped in a very detailed see through dress
Diamond laced shoes with three heels
Yeah she had on Dolce shades
One lit a candle while the other put a rose
In the same spot where Tone was sprayed
The black don in the flesh
No fire armor, no vest
No heavy charm on his chest
That's what real money look like
They jumped back in the motorcade
And then they took flight
My nigga Hook like, "They giving money out"
I said, "Nah, you ain't see nothing when it's sunny out"
Soon as the dark hit, that's when the narcs hit
They had the whole park lit with gun fire
I told my son Sire to get the fuck up out of here
He said ain't nothing changed
Niggas pulled back up in the Range and let them thangs bang
If you was man down and them niggas that was with you
Knew who hit you and chose to stand down
When you got back up
Who the next to get shot back up?
If you was man down and them niggas that was with you
Knew who hit you and chose to stand down
When you got back up
Who the next to get shot back up?
You know it don't take niggas
Long before they put the story together
Feds riding around taking down plate stickers
Fred and them body Tone and hit his safe for eight figures
That was money that he owed the don
I know they don't expect him to just fold his arms