Maxine

you got your hands on moony shit

say "word"

we gonna get high

I don't give a fuck about them enemies

he a bird anyway? he be taking his packages? he a snitch too

In pam's house there was money missing

She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen

Her kids never ate, pcw involved with her

Kids that she never seen shipped through to florida

Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean

Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends

Ah! shit! guess who arrived at the door

It's moony the supplier swung open the door

Bitch open the door, maxine he go'n kill me

Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef

Three long kicks the hinges flew off

Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue, maxine head off

It's on in the crib, you wrong for what you did

"you gonna pay pam, fuck that boo kissed your kids

Y'all get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real daddy

Next time you see my caddy don't fucking flag me

this is where he fucks up at peep his movement

Maxine's in the kitchen crying grits is falling on the side

She had a cup of lye, somebody gots to die

Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages

You had mackie shit and pappy shit?

Word to aunt may I want mine, pulled out the nine

Get in the tub, he seen the hot iron pulled the plug out

He steamed pam brought it back to penny on good times

Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines

He put his gat down, why he do that?

Creeping through the crib is maxine pot holdin' down with the grits

Pam sucking his dick, maxine al greened him screaming slipped in piss

He ran into ceas' room, grits down cryin' aight with his balls out

He stepped on clarences' biggie smalls album

Mooney get that niggaz, pam yelling rip that niggaz

Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen

James jumped on moon, poked him with a screw driver

Broke the tv niggaz watching knight rider

This is pam jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house

You know mooney is only a buck o'five wet

He only had two hundred dollars worth of shit

And the kids tore his ass up, the ceas had a huddle up

I felt sorry for'm, the funny shit when bowlegged keke hopped on 'im

Jumped on him pigeon toed moony poured dye on him

You should've seen his motherfuckin' face fryin', half dyin'

They stuck a fork through his nuts

The little girl was happy she beat the brotha up

Quick pick the window up mooney over heard

Right before they threw him out the nigga said word!?!

On the count of three he landed on the first floor balcony

Blood brains splashed. he was dead? and the cops never came

That's stapleton

All, all, all in together now

We getting fresh getting right for the weather now

And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now

Come to my projects and we'll air you out