Vietnam (Explicit)

I'm loving the weather in this d**n neighbourhood

Hot like fire everything females looking good ain't it

My n***a Freddy agrees we near fainted

Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted

That very same day

Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze

Arguing about who was the illest MC

Verbally slapped my n***a saying player it's Jay Z

My moms cuts it short sending me to the AP

Supplies for supper quart of milk

Loaf of bread and a stick of butter

You're d**n right I was making beats for A's last night

And you know them vets make you work up an appetite

Split jump in the Ac it's deaded in the back

Won't start pumping them tracks killed my battery

Mad at me errrr n***a hit the brakes

Dud I live for them Camelo and PF cuttin' tapes

Can't forget what clue got

Tony touch and doo wop

Kid we can walk it's only five from my crib

And anyway my n***a Jay who got my

Mastermind joint

Stay on the way to the grocery point

Be back soon momma say

Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted

That very same day

Walking talking Mrs Johnson is on her lawn

Sunbathing so we honkin' errh

She the finest forty something I seen in nine lives

Not even Mr Johnson believe she forty five

That's why I've made the pledge no more chickenheads

Let me ride with you big girl keeping me well feed

Here come the ice cream trucks some kids playing double dutch

Looking I'll but too young to touch

Then one child said

Yo big sox when's the album due kid

It's out stupid I want to form a neighbourhood B

Like a Vietnam camp in 73 seperated from society

Hit the corner there's my n***a Jay eyeing me

Motherf**ker where my tape at lie to me

And I'mma brake that you let's take a walk

I'mma get it on my way back we gotta talk

I heard one of them coons

From the other side of the block

Was f**king with you over some bullsh*t

And pulled clips illigitly

Yo he acted shifty because my crib's

Where his chick be hangin dude

Ignore that sh*t G and keep that thang banging in everyway

Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted

That very same day

We gets to the A and P

Jay's smoking so them niggas wait for me

I'm standing in the express line what do I see

Through the window

Same coon and his kinfolk

Everything turned slow motioned and muted

In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind

I see one pull a nine I scream turn around

Too late my n***a Jay's brain stained the ground

They kicked my n***a Freddy in the gut saying what

Now motherf**ker your man's nothing but a memory

And hits him with another sucker punch

F**k the lunch today I'm killing the bunch

I run outside with one n***a lie dead

The other bleedin' from the head

Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg

Yo Freddy just chill I'm about to retaliate

Ill visions of murder blowe

F**k it now it's time to k**l

Cock back I'm prepared for action

Becoming one with Samuel L Jackson

Turn the corner I see them niggas running away

Hit the shortcut I'm waiting at his crib

I'm end this sh*t today

Look here he comes now

I've never felt pressure like this before

Debating whether I should blast on site

Or wait 'til the motherf**ker puts the key in the door

Creep up on a n***a with God's hand

On the hair pintrigger forgive me momma

But I'm be a lonely groceries

I mean

You know diner's just going to have to wait

Turn around motherf**ker

Now

If this was you what the f**k you do