In case you don't know the rest
I'ma tell you anyway
(Jr) ayy, ayy

Tez on his way, money keep pilin'
Multiple sources of income, he buyin' houses
Hustle good, all competition threw the towel in
Tone got up front, he owe Tez fourty thousand
But Tone made ninety, had to tuck something
Yeah, Tone really grimey
Gave Tez thirty-five K and it only took a couple days
But Tez kept his cool 'cause his uncle slimey
That next week he hit 'em with that same pack
Like, "Since you was short, bring every thing back"
Tone like, "Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack"
Lil Tez like, "Play by the rules or get whacked"
"Say no more," Tone took that package, hit the door
He know if you play with Tez, it's gon' get him sent home
Made his mind up, he ain't comin' back, he gone
Make another ninety then he better off alone
Nurse bitch like, "You gotta cut dawg off
I know that's your uncle but he a snake and he soft"
Tez like, "Listen you make a valid case
But that's blood, so need to know your motherfuckin' place"
She like, "I'm the reason you got all that ice on
And I can press a button and make sure that ice gone"
Tone on the road, cakin' hard on the phone
The Troops pull up and turnt all they lights on
Found pills and a gun, Tone out the game
Fed interview, he tryna get up out them chains
He knowin' if he take it to court, he gettin' flamed
Tone folded, gave up a name
He like, "Lil Tez did it, Lil Tez with it"
Meanwhile Tez tellin' the nurse, "Pack up your shit, bitch"
He turn around, she was holdin' up a big blick
Hit him in his head four times, now his shit split
And Tone can't tell on no dead nigga
Hit trial and got five-hundred months, Feds hit him
The nurse rich and still workin' in the 'spital
They don't even know it, but she workin' on her next victim
Tone on the yard, body full of hate
A nigga walk up to him like, "What up, bro? I'm Kane
I heard about you and your nephew out there gettin' cake
It's a guard in here that said for a M we can escape"
Tone like, "It ain't shit to get a light million"
Turned to the guard, that's when dawg put that knife in him
His old crew put a hit on him through Kane
Caught him right, Tone went from the yard to the grave

Caught him right, Tone went from the yard to the grave
Hold up, caught him right, Tone went from the yard to the grave, nigga

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Writer(s): Jonathan Rotem, Terry Sanchez Wallace