Communications
Yo, yo, yo, yo, y
Just got off the jack with my son thats up nort
Tellin me he's comin home, and how he's gettin of
'Cuz his game was weak, killed two months, he's back in the street
With new plans, to expand, to jerk his mans ma
We had the ultimate stick up, drop, on the brick pick u
But yo he can't, 'cuz he's still locked u
Jump back on the horn 'cuz his vibe was stron
Contacted the kid and told him lets be gon
I talked to Poet first, yo son, I got a mish-sho
Grab the ammunnish-shon, pump up your python
I know a spot where niggas gettin it, and we can flip o
Son they frustrate me, 'cuz these niggas pump with no hea
They play the night time sweet, like they can't get bea
I got their address, to where they rest and stash their shi
Yo, I peeped it out how we can creep, yo yo y
These niggas stay sleep
Makin sales, smokin out, and they all get ?geeked
Lets catch 'em zoning, brain under, high and headed home an
When they least expect it, lets put the gat to his dom
He stuck the key in the door, we ??? four fou
We pushed our way in, we wasnt playi
Ready to spray 'em, tied him down to the A.M
Now we layin, for a beamer, and some bitch named Fatim
Chorus: Prince A
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta stat
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be lat
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York stat
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plat
Communicate for the cake, polly for weight outta stat
Down on digits on the Isle with son we can't be lat
We got moves to make, flood the whole New York stat
Time to skate to other lands to put food on our plat
Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock
P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shi
Isolated on ya whip, on the south I-95, lightin off and more driv
?Diggy with the seats sung?
half a pie in the trunk with the music blasti
Clouds of smoke, yo this lifes no jok
We from QB son, we ain't tryin to be brok
We makin moves to where the money's at, get it up and bring it bac
New cats the boogie OT knew how to work i
Get the money, couldn't keep it 'cuz they jerked i
Bad habits, livin lavish, rockin front and cabbag
Tyrin to follow the leader, but paul paid for pete
The dirty south ain't the place to sign, son keep ya heat u
I'm from NY, city slicker, beat'choo with the G quicke
Business so well I'll have your towns clientell
Kyron but me on through the cell, my O
Get that brick money son, I'll meet you back in Q
See we flee off, know how to gee off, know how to eat of
Know how to make moves so we can keep the heat of
See we prefer to skate, to get this food on our plat
And keep our name low key on this New York stat
You know how ?rule? quiet is kept, lets get this money foo
Chorus
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