Drug Lords At Your Door

Gee, how long do we have to go
I need to get back to New York, after we take care of this hit, we all disappear and invest the profits from our products on the down lo
My Queen, it’s best we sneak up on the Russian Cartels and let the bullets flow
Those ruthless fu#ks’ compound is just over the hill
Don’t worry, we case out the joint and take out the head czar like a true gangsta kill

Their weapons of choice, cannot match ours at any rate or when used at will
And that’s the art of this Nun Runner’s deal
Then we torch his marijuana harvest and take his jewelry, his dope hekike to boost
Not to forget his safe containing all those markers for blackmailing purposes, and his loot
Word has it there are some political figures on that list
It will become my property a bargaining tool as a gift
And in these mountains no need to worry, no five-o will be in pursuit

My Queen, what’s up with you and this punk
Well to be up front
He tainted my dope with fentanyl and on the streets bragging like it will not get back to me
I need to string his sorry a$$ up then pistol whip him until he is bloody and one breath short of dead as his life he pleads  
Then spit on him while my Glock put a cap in his head on a whim
I feel you My Queen, these pretenders do not respect the dealing of the game
Trying to come up on someone with fame behind their name

 
You know me Gee, I will squat and then sh#t upon a man who speaks with a b!tch a$$ tongue
Not when he can just step to me, my crew, so we can roast his lame manifesto in the sun
Placing his wanna be, ain’t gonna succeed over my lap, clawing his back, treating him like sewer trash
Hacking his limbs, then shoveling one of his bones so far up his a$$
News flash
You come on my playground talking that Heman bravado yang
In my hood we only respect two gangs
The Blood and the Crips
Anybody else, my Glock rips or my stiletto on your chest smashing down with the tip  

Tootie Fruitie
I will bend you over and let my Rottweiler screw you like you Oh Rudy
My words to your face I will slang
With me it’s nothing but a Gee thang
The difference between a hustling man and a scared little boy
A Kingpon does what he says, not rant as a girl like somebody stole his Barbie toys
This New York Madame Queen, in these parts, does nothing but blow sh#t up and make noise

Him and his crew ain’t ready to be castrated as a man
If not, Gee, they better have one hell of an exit plan
I’m the Queen of this jungle and everything, that prowls, growls, roams, or stand
Don’t question the odds, best to move aside, if YOU can’t comprehend
Throwing a GI Joe tantum like you the King sh#t
Partner I will razor cut then slowly saw off your d..k
Belt a plastic strap on then pump your narrow a$$ like it’s a clit
You sane, therefore, mentally stay in your lane, son
I back my dope game up and, in my shoes, I do not run

My Queen, we are almost there, we need to divvy up and circle the grounds
Everyone I am sure we will be on monitors, so obscure your movements with no sound
Our inside man is in there and he will cause a distraction
Enough time for our mission, to get him out, so everyone be ready, after the grenades go off, we will spring into action
Gee, you go my back
My Queen, you are my right hand b!tch, in any attack

Let’s do this 

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