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[Intro: Aasim, Lord Tariq & Big Mike]
Yeah
Yo
I gotta go to the store, man, for real (The mixtape game ain't for everybody)
Do that verse one more time
Aw come on, man
That shit be soundin’ hot, son, the way you hit that sh— (Somethin' brand new by Aasim)
I need some Henny, nigga (Featurin' Lord Tariq)
You goin’ to the store?
Yeah, nigga what—want somethin', nigga? (Shouts to Eric Beasley)
Do you need some punks, blunt or two, somethin'? (Devon, Smack, L.T., Team Saga, what up?)
Bring me back a Heineken then, nigga
Haha, 'ight
Matter of fact, just get a whole six pack
Okay, yeah (Cory Gunz, haha)
Hurry up, man

[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
I don't know this nigga, why he shoutin' likе he know me?
He ain't crеw, he don't live here, never been here, he ain’t homie
Fuck he want? Got me thinkin’ old beef is creepin' on me
Damn I’m splishin' up, I should've had that heat up on me
We pullin', tuggin’ at the door, pointin', screamin' shout, "Lord!"
Ice grillin' killer smirk, like he's ready to put in work
Shit I'm out, button pressin', elevator take too long
Aas' bring that metal, nigga, 'cause I think it's on!

[Verse 2: Aasim]
I'm on the way down, trey pound lay somethin' down
First nigga I see ain't Tariq, leave 'em face down
Elevator wildin' out, staircase down
Nextel chirpin', "What's the 4-1-1?"
Put the hurtin' on a nigga, surgeons for certain be sayin'
"Put the curtains on a nigga, he's done"

[Verse 3: Lord Tariq]
You know the game, shit, I'm headed up the staircase, "B" side of the buildin'
I hear steps behind me, yo Aas' better fill 'em
I'm dashin' through women and children, excuse me (Damn, nigga)
"Where you at, man, they tryin' to lose me?"

[Verse 4: Aasim]
First floor door swingin' open, I'm just hopin' I'm in time
I ain't hear no shots but the first pop is all mine
Hit the lobby, got two niggas lookin' like they tryna rob me
Point it at 'em, gun jammed, shit them niggas pro'ly got me
Automatic .32, should've carried my revolver
Dipped behind the garbage can like I'm runnin' from the coppers
I'ma, call Tariq, "Hey, yo son, we got beef
Niggas headed up the street"

[Verse 5: Lord Tariq]
Damn, they got me bangin' on the neighbor's door, Ms. Biggs, open up this door!
This kill tryna kill me, call my brother, tell 'em bring it on
Please open up! Aw shit, I'm on the wrong floor
Made it to the 12th but I live way up on 24, damn

[Verse 6: Aasim]
See I'm dippin' through the laundromat, a old bitch lookin' like
Roberta Flack, eatin' on some Burger King, blockin' me
Smashed right into her, "Bitch, move your fat ass up out the way
'Fore niggas catch up to my ass and start to spray"
Out the laundromat, seen a minivan up on the corner
Windows rolled down, yellin' my name loud ("Yo Aas'!")
I try to shoot again but no dice, next maneuver
Got up off the corner threw my burner right up in the sewer
I ain't got no heat, I'm fucked up
(Ayo Tariq, yo, yo pick up, nigga!)

[Verse 7: Lord Tariq]
But y'all know 'Riq, shit, I make it out this mo'fucker
Dashin' different, dodgin', runnin', wonderin' if I owe Walker's
Son or did I murk a worker fo' cash money, I'm fast money
My last account off of cash resulted in fatality
It's casualties of war, I'm ready for whatever
Niggas got the off of Lord, I offer niggas off of shore
Bust a knuckle game is raw, I'm headed back down towards the
Lobby and pro'ly good, I'll sell this shit fo' Hollywood

[Verse 8: Aasim]
This nigga ain't respondin' guess the signal is lost
All of a sudden two niggas screeched up in a Porsche
Lookin' just bad boys, "Nigga, pick up!"
A nigga yelled, "Aasim, hol' up, nigga, hol' up!"

[Verse 9: Lord Tariq]
Yeah, it's pro'ly a stick up, or robbery, or homicide
Pro'ly some lame unaware that I'm from the drama side
Pro'ly some dame that I hit and didn't give her time
Fuck that, I'll approach the situation like I got the nine
'Sup now, partner? "Nah, it ain't like that
'Riq I got business for you, you could make some nice track"
First, hands up, nigga, turn around, turn back the song
"Ah shit, ah damn, yo, you seen my phone?"

[Verse 10: Aasim]
With thugs of a guerilla, I'ma let this nigga talk
Stood up on him kinda close, in case the nigga try to spark
Asked the nigga, "What's the pro'lem? We could fight or we could sqush?"
He said, "Calm down, Aas', you the next to be a star
And I know you ain't a nigga to get caught up in the lies
You the illest, most realest lyrical killer alive
I know you say you good, but my niggas wanna sign
Put your life, I mean your name right here on the dotted line"