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Phone Tap (AZ/Dr. Dre/Nas/Nature)

Yo, this Esco, who thisWhat's the deally, I just touched grounds down in Philly

Brought a pound with me, Feds floating around silly

Tryna find Lynn; bitch supposed to be in the Benz

Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen

Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both could'a boned

To post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone

But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes

I know the jewels no time for them thoughts, too much to lose

Just trying to vibe until them hoes role with the ride

Where's your joy and pride, you know little Des got your eyesIn the cut drop CLK, the top's up

Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck

Your boy's what, three-years-old now correct

He and my daughter age neck-and-neck, they future's set

Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette

Fly Stephanie Mills shit

What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearing up top

You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop

That ain't ya stee', you usually low key when o.t

I'm only going off of what some weak bitch told meThat's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her cliqueYo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thickWe got your phone tapped, what you gon' do

Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew

All we need now is the right word or two

To make all it stick like glue, then you through

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do

Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew

All we need now is the right word or two

To make all it stick like glue, we got youWe just hit the crib-o, I'm curled up on this pillow

I'm still low, heard the ill news, these niggas killed Mo

The shit touched me, tryna chill just lit a Dutchie

From a while back, same foul cats who tried to bust me

Caught em sleeping in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans

Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon

Feel awful speaking, for some reason feel the phone's tapped

Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own backKeep your eyes open, stay wide, shit is mind blowing

Look for any sign showin one-time is knowing

About the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more

Cats bleed in this cold war

Son we took an oath, then this life took us both

We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth

Now I'm on the car doing, headlights on

Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm

That's forming in the sky, you coming home tomorrow

Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other sideYo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans

Sending two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man

Asking your whereabouts, I gave em no leads

For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with policeNo shit I'm clicking over, I'mma tell Sos quick

Son, them outta state bitches tryna get us both hit

That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach

Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted

So play the low; change your clothes, pack your bags

Watch what you say on this phone, get home fastWe got your phone tapped, what you gon' do

Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew

All we need now is the right word or two

To make all it stick like glue, then you through

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do

Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew

All we need now is the right word or two

To make all it stick like glue, we got youYo it's all good

I'mma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, wordStay on-point, don't even use the phone

Just come to my crib yo, word upOut

Songwriters

Cruz, Anthony S / Taylor, Chris B / Young, Andre Romell / Jones, Nasir / Baxter, JeffPublished by

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