Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shitnThrough the years its been the center for a lot a dumb shitnLemme tell you about this one trip to the storenWhere the early mornin' tints sometime 'round fournI was standing by the magazines readin' a MaximnWhen I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask himnTo empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor)nExcuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gangnWho if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brainnHe was with two other dudes, I don't remember their namesnI thought great, it was time for me to shakenBut as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait)nWhen I turned around, he recognized me and I knew itnI was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew itnHe lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor)nI said You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?nNever mind, I turned around gave a deucenWalkin' to the car feelin like Q in JuicenRemember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose?nAnyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of moneynHe hoped in ride, I said You Goddamn dummynThey Got Yo Ass on Tape (But they didn't see my face)nWell they got my car and my fuckin' license platenMan get the fuck gone (Murs why you gotta hate)nHate nor love got shit to do with thisnYou better run for the fives come through this bitchnYou know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nike'snTo dodge all them blue lights He looked and said (You right)nThen he bolted up the streetnOnce he left my slight I gave a sigh of reliefnBut that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfuckernLeft the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat