Fat Fuck Chuck’s (True Shit) (Skit)

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Remember when you picked me up on a fake hit
Or should we call it a shakedown? Scare
With you in the back seat with a blanket across your lap in July and your man drivin'?
You never thought I would get in the front seat
After I finished tellin' you what I had to say to you
And I pray that you never forgot it
I had to pull your coats on how it's really done
Always remember
Leave a window open because the explosion of a real hitman's strap will blow your eardrums out
Listen again
When you jump the fence, you gotta stay on the defense
You chose to put your head between your legs and run away When, in fact, you were there on the fence watchin' out for you My last words to you and your crew is to leave my grandson Rayshawn's name outta your mouth
You are not back on Washington street across from the YMCA You know where I come from, I won't hesitate to where I will go
So Chuck, you fat fuck, 'till I see you again