Phone Tap

Yo, this Esco, who this
 What'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 eyes
 In 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 me
 That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her clique
 Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick
 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, 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 you
 We 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 back
 Keep 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 side
 Yo 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 police
 No 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 fast
 Yo it's all good
 I'mma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word
 Stay on-point, don't even use the phone
 Just come to my crib yo, word up
 Out