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Claudine
Rome Streetz & Ransom feat. Che Noir
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Staircase scriptures and corner store dreams, I'm off to Fort Greene
I know four fiends, one name is Claudine
When she was fourteen, she worked on them
Corners where they made whores scream
For more cream, she worked at Walgreens and kept the store clean
She ain't the type of bitch you call queen
You want the smoke? Then she got all steam
She told me the plan, it sound like a raw scheme
I gave the bitch a lil' morphine and watched her jaw lean
So when we done, it's either more green or makin' a sore scene
The Devil show me things that'd make the Lord scream
Dollars rule everything around me, but
That dope'll surely bring your dreams
To life or a nightmare, in Claudine's case
Turned all of her fine features to a fucked fiend's face
That shit is crazy, I seen her go from college student to prostitution
Her life fucked up now and nobody got solutions
Half of me wish she would stop the usin'
But the monkey on her back bring scratch, so I cannot refuse it
This shit is shaky, we should not pursue this
Stop the music, Rock produced it
Shorty'll put us all on the cops to-do list
One of her ex tricks was restless, he want her neck slit
She took him for a diamond necklace, think she signed her death wish
You should've seen how she expressed this, she talkin' reckless
She know the safe and where he kept it
You can hear she desperate, where's the exits?
She even know where he appears for breakfast
Even disrespectful fear and respect shit
Just as I expected, she tried to be sly, but I'm way ahead
With the plan that I put together to make her a dead bitch
The TEC is leverage, but I don't even gotta let it off
She so dumb, she called a nigga that I knew to get involved
Tried to double-cross, her mystery gon' be unsolved
Next time she cop a speedball, cut it with fentanyl
That'll bring her close to her story quickly and end it all
No need to hold a ho for ransom, that shit'll look random
Around here, these fiends overdosin' in tandems
Just another body, no one throws a tantrum
Unload the handgun, let's stop her breathin', lots of treason
Have the doctor screamin', "Yo, let's stop the bleedin'"
This bitch, I do not believe in
Plottin', schemin', lookin' for the man I usually cop from
Dark complexion, ooh, I think I spot son
Baggy jeans and Timberlands
You could tell from his stance that he run the block
I stole and scraped for this purchase
But still ain't got enough to cop
I was a prom queen turned to fiends
I walked to him, he turned to me as I
Urge and plea, "Can you serve me? Please"
He replied, "Bitch, I don't work for free
It's a nigga tryna murder me
I got a way that you can earn some green"
That's word to me, I burn him like third degrees in the Persian heat
Them niggas heard of me, I'm like Al Capone on these Jersey streets
I serve the beef, little does shorty know, ain't no glory, ho
The nigga that she burned is my man, wait, let me call my bro
"Streets, you know Claudine, that stupid whore fiend
That got you for them diamonds back in '
14 When you had the Porsche clean?"
Yeah, she think I'm approachable
And got all these reasons I should be smokin' you
That's what I call treason, so what I'm supposed to do?
Rock the bitch to sleep, so lovely, son, don't expose your moves
Really violate her like you do beats in the vocal booth
Tell her link up, the spot be only for a chosen few
Let her hit the bag, she gon' sniff it, start convulsin'
Overdosin', who gon' find out?
She lucky I ain't say to blow her mind out
She get an open casket when she sign out
Yo
Yo, what's good, my nigga?
Nothin' shit, what's poppin'?
Yo, yo, I handled that shit, you heard?
That's what's up
Yeah, yeah
That's what happens when you love death and hate life
That's a fact
So look, I got courtside at the Garden
Tonight and shit, what's up? You out?
I'll be there later
Hah, that's what's up
I'ma hit the nigga special, shit, we out
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