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Good-Bye [City of Dope]
by Killer Mike
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There's 8 million stories in the City of Dope
I'mma just tell you about a few I know
I'm in the trap house trapped out
Three naked bitches bagging up sacks
Titties and ass out
Two monkey-men on the door
With their gats out
The fumes got a nigga about to pass out
I'm taking pulls from the blacken
As I ash out
The 45 hanging out my king-sized denim
A gangster on the stove cooking dinner
The last three hours I chefed
Six pounds of powder and three pyrexes
And now I stare at six big breasteses
When I get a call from Alexis
Dyke bitch from Texas
Known to rock 'caine, gold and new Rolexes
Roll on Lexuses keep her sexy bitch with her
Hit her with "What up Lexi?"
As I leaned on her Lexus I told her
"Girl, what's up, Sexy?"
And then I told Lexis "You
Must be tricking and treating"
She said, "Naw nigga, I'm licking and eating"
An out boss bitch in town for the weekend
And she trying to find young hoes
To get her freak in
I told her "Okay, but let a nigga lock up"
I told them bitches "Clean the
Kitchen and mop up"
Told the monkey-men to lock the whole spot up
And stop up as they put all
The Glocks and the rocks up
I left in an '85 regal
Just turning the Pac up and what?
If I catch you slipping around my way
You deserve to get got and if you get caught
Slipping without that thing
You deserve to get shot
Don't be surprised when you see
Me and my gang running up in your spot
When you shake hands and say
"hello" to the bad guy
Kiss your ass good-bye good-bye, good-bye
Kiss your ass good-bye good-bye, good-bye
Kiss your ass good-bye
Later around eight I'm on some devilish shit
In room 666 with a devilish bitch
Me and her watching Belly and shit
And she rubbing my belly and shit
Whispering this shit, like:
(Hey Mike how you pay this bitch
How you act like you ain't
The one with a dick
The drop on? You got three points left
Now how you gonna let that
Bitch ball and stunt?
Shit, I might as well fuck
The dyke bitch myself get my hands on all of
That there white myself)
Her jazzy mouth damn near made
Be smack the broad
But she smart for a bagger broad
Plus she got a body that'll help me
Bag and rob this dyke broad
Brought the plan together
With major deception
Had Black call up Lexi at the west end
Told her that she stole my phone
And she was trying to get to
Her before I got home
The fat bitch catfished, yeah she took bait
Set up a rendezvous with my boo at eight
Twenty minutes later I called Lexi
Said "Bitch, we straight
I got five young broads for
You ready to shake
I'm about to come get you
You ready to skate?"
She said "Naw, I'm hungover
I got a headache"
Went to Black, told her "Baby we straight
Let her eat it 'til she
Sleeping then open the door
She gonna awake to duct tape
Face down on the floor"
Sure did, she awoke to my 44
Looking all confused, staring at my ho
Seen tears in her eyes that was oh-so hazy
Told her "Bitch
God said don't covet your neighbor
You dance with the Devil
You will be disabled
Bitch, I'm a beast and this my bishe
All we do is walk the earth and eat the weak"
She said "Mike how you gon'
Do this shit to me?
We been doing good business
Since at least '03"
I told her "Bitch, be a man, this is MOB"
The dumb dyke began to lick cause
She thought it was a dick
("How my hair look Mike?")
"You look good girl" gunshot
There's 8 million stories in the City of Dope
I'mma just tell you about a few I know
I'm in the trap house trapped out
Three naked bitches bagging up sacks
Titties and ass out
Two monkey-men on the door
With their gats out
The fumes got a nigga about to pass out
I'm taking pulls from the blacken
As I ash out
The 45 hanging out my king-sized denim
A gangster on the stove cooking dinner
The last three hours I chefed
Six pounds of powder and three pyrexes
And now I stare at six big breasteses
When I get a call from Alexis
Dyke bitch from Texas
Known to rock 'caine, gold and new Rolexes
Roll on Lexuses keep her sexy bitch with her
Hit her with "What up Lexi?"
As I leaned on her Lexus I told her
"Girl, what's up, Sexy?"
And then I told Lexis "You
Must be tricking and treating"
She said, "Naw nigga, I'm licking and eating"
An out boss bitch in town for the weekend
And she trying to find young hoes
To get her freak in
I told her "Okay, but let a nigga lock up"
I told them bitches "Clean the
Kitchen and mop up"
Told the monkey-men to lock the whole spot up
And stop up as they put all
The Glocks and the rocks up
I left in an '85 regal
Just turning the Pac up and what?
If I catch you slipping around my way
You deserve to get got and if you get caught
Slipping without that thing
You deserve to get shot
Don't be surprised when you see
Me and my gang running up in your spot
When you shake hands and say
"hello" to the bad guy
Kiss your ass good-bye good-bye, good-bye
Kiss your ass good-bye good-bye, good-bye
Kiss your ass good-bye
Later around eight I'm on some devilish shit
In room 666 with a devilish bitch
Me and her watching Belly and shit
And she rubbing my belly and shit
Whispering this shit, like:
(Hey Mike how you pay this bitch
How you act like you ain't
The one with a dick
The drop on? You got three points left
Now how you gonna let that
Bitch ball and stunt?
Shit, I might as well fuck
The dyke bitch myself get my hands on all of
That there white myself)
Her jazzy mouth damn near made
Be smack the broad
But she smart for a bagger broad
Plus she got a body that'll help me
Bag and rob this dyke broad
Brought the plan together
With major deception
Had Black call up Lexi at the west end
Told her that she stole my phone
And she was trying to get to
Her before I got home
The fat bitch catfished, yeah she took bait
Set up a rendezvous with my boo at eight
Twenty minutes later I called Lexi
Said "Bitch, we straight
I got five young broads for
You ready to shake
I'm about to come get you
You ready to skate?"
She said "Naw, I'm hungover
I got a headache"
Went to Black, told her "Baby we straight
Let her eat it 'til she
Sleeping then open the door
She gonna awake to duct tape
Face down on the floor"
Sure did, she awoke to my 44
Looking all confused, staring at my ho
Seen tears in her eyes that was oh-so hazy
Told her "Bitch
God said don't covet your neighbor
You dance with the Devil
You will be disabled
Bitch, I'm a beast and this my bishe
All we do is walk the earth and eat the weak"
She said "Mike how you gon'
Do this shit to me?
We been doing good business
Since at least '03"
I told her "Bitch, be a man, this is MOB"
The dumb dyke began to lick cause
She thought it was a dick
("How my hair look Mike?")
"You look good girl" gunshot
