Close One - Intellectual

[Produced by Terry Sky]

[Chorus: Terry Sky]

Hot damn man, man that was a close one

[Verse 1: Terry Sky]

Man I check in my mirrors, countin' my ones

Go got a warrant, ride on the run

I got the product, nigga, and Ra got the gun

Damn right we on a mission, we ain't ridin' for fun, we trappin'

When I'm [?]

You can smell that herb and that it's lit

I'm screamin' hold that down, I see the D's

If they pull me, they gon' search a nigga's shit, hell nah

And I ain't for that

I get money but a nigga can't afford that

And let me tell you that a nigga got A1 sittin' in the stash

In the bag in the floor wrapped, boy you better (push)

Nigga floor that

Skizzy's in the back, he's where the door at

And if the boys decide to go and bring the dogs back

I'll get murder if they noticin' them raw packs

Not to mention that my boy strapped

Just the thought got me sweatin' in my ball cap

But them cops keep callin' and as long as we ballin'

You will never get the chance to see the ball back, nigga

I got the D's on my ass

I just seen them creep past, got shaky feet on the dash

Stay street and I dash, like 83 on the dash

In the corner, lose the bucket, switch the V, move your ass

We gone

[Chorus: Terry Sky]

Hot damn man, man that was a close one

[Verse 2: Taj Mahal]

Nigga said he got them bricks for the low

It's a mothafuckin' drought so you know I gotta toast one

I gotta cook one, if the shit cook right and it lock up on sight

I got enough to buy 4, son

Shit, it look real good

But a real nigga know that don't mean nothin'

Little flake and some acetone'll

Have a broke nigga with some weak work in the streets frontin'

So I tell him (what you tell him?)

Esé you gotta meet me in the kitchen

Say hello, nigga with me got that stick on him

And his trigger finger itchin'

It's gon' swim, ain't it?

You gave me your word, papi

I don't wanna have to take it out the water

Then hit it with a knife to make it dry, papi, no!

He said word to his daughter

I take it to myself, fuck that bitch

Man, swear that it's A1

Get to the stove and a nigga can't bring back shit

Now that ain't work, is it, papi?

Cause I ain't no fool

I got my eye on the water like a lifeguard at the pool

I see it, it's lockin' up, it's swimmin'

I can see the [?] in that water

[?], I'm grinnin'

I'm turnin', turnin', twistin'

I got that fork on it, it's fluffin'

Threw the cold water on that shit

And goddamn the Pyrex busted

But I saved it

[Chorus: Terry Sky]

Hot damn man, man that was a close one

[Verse 3: Gunplay]

Always an inside job

When a nigga get flipped or robbed

Or when a nigga get ratted on

Now a nigga sittin' here behind the wall

Like a mothafuckin' animal

Ain't even have one hand involved

Sold him a dime, that pussy nigga lyin'

Talkin' 'bout I served him an avalanche

Call up the ambulance

Straight through the vest, through the kevlar

Should've never talked to the babbler

Lead and chrome, dead and gone

Just like that there

Bust a nigga's head, left that right there

I mean like... green light

On everything right here

I'm not gon' boast, but I got them oaks

I swang them thangs like goddamn Sammy Sos'

On every coast, 'bout that bread

Put a body on every toast, hit him up very close

No games, get played, with me, not never

Not then, not now, no time, not ever

You know me, you owe me, I need mine so show me

Wood grain on the AK, permanent vacay homie

[Chorus: Terry Sky]

Hot damn man, man that was a close one