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Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone Rings]
Tray Lee:Hold On, Hold On... Wait a minute
Yeah, Yeah, What`s happenin`?
Phone:Tray yo, what`s up? how`s it going Tray?
ByStorm business.
Tell yo honey to go and listen.
I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit
out on the industry.
You know my fee. Wit a ten percent bonus
if the job is complete within one day.
[Tray`s woman complains]
Phone: Ay, yo Tray listen. I gotta bounce, listen Tray.
I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped,
you know my code, get back to me wit an
update.
Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business right here.
Glad y`all could make it.
[Voices of approval from the Reepz]
Verse One:
TL:My niggaz, check this shit out, I just got off the phone
wit Goose, he want the crew to put a hit out.
Reepz:On who?
TL:The industry and yo, it sounds legit, equipped, wit
infra-red and twenty mil to split. But first we need
a game plan that fits, ski masks, Tecs nigga wit
unlimited clips. Bulletproof vests, no let ups, lets
rock son undebted, so boys I`ll be the decoy, the
first one to set it.
Reepz 1:Since Tray`s the first one to set it, he can
walk past the guards unprotected, set up
shop, for the rest of us to wreck shit.
Meanwhile, I`ll lace the basement with
basement placement of explosives. I see
four guards where the entourage started,
just pinpoint the target, so we can get
started.
Reepz 2:Yo nigga, I`m all for it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties in the barn from pop
taped to my body. I`m bustin` shots like it
don`t make sense, gettin` rid of all witnesses
and evidence.
Reepz 3:I`m bout to shut it down, I need a round and a
card, change of gear, arsenal status, the Ramada.
Forties, fakes, takin` up space, reals get nada.
Time to make it sicker than Italian Jim Carter.
TL:No doubt, I see we on the same page, shit is proper,
so the operation starts in eighteen hundred hours.
Bridge One:
[Phone Rings]
TL:Yo goose this is Tray.
Phone:Yeah, what`s my update?
TL:The Reepz will be joining me in this operation,
operation starts at six p.m., I expect results
three hours from that time. Next time we speak,
mission will be accomplished, and I expect cash
upon execution.
Verse Two:
TL:Let`s run it down,
Firearms
R:Check
TL:Hollow Tips
R:Check
TL:Leather gloves and bombs pasting all the exits
R:Check
TL:ID strap with the PV in the back
R:Check, Check
TL:Let`s set it off and put the plan into effect.
Made a call and said, I begin to think wit all the
bosses. While I got this guys occupied, Borne,
run up in they office.
The four RNF files and shit like that, and take,
anything that says they got us under contract.
Since niggas are wired, this how it go, when you
hear me make a move to leave the room, then
that`s the signal.
R1:Now that we have the instructions, and the
blueprints have been structured, it`s time to do it.
AV, chick, you set bombs, to defuse it, if they
got confused wit, the plan just use it. Take no
prisoners, give no remorse. Tray Lee kissed his
cross and was off.
Bridge Two:
TL:Gentleman, so glad you could make it here this
evening.
Businessmen of the Industry:This better be good.
TL:The purpose, of this meeting here tonight, is so
that we can combine all our entities, and make
one big music conglomerate.
BOTI:What?! What the hell are you talkin` about?!
TL:Now, now, now. Before you act to hasty, just hear
me out here. You`re not being reasonable, you`re
not being... I`ll tell you what...
BOTI:Who the hell do you think you are?!
TL:I`m gonna step out for a second...
BOTI:You got a lotta mamushkas comin` in my
fuckin` office...
TL:Give you gentlemen time to ponder on the idea,
and I`ll be back for a decision.
BOTI:Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son of
a bitch, I don`t trust him one fuckin` bit.
Verse Three:
TL:Yo, that`s the cue let`s make it happen.
Walkie-Talkie:Tray walk towards the bathroom.
TL:What`s the deal?
WT:Being followed.
TL: Oh, you spot`em?
WT:Yeah, I got`em.
[Gunshot, and sound of pain]
TL:Good lookin` out.
R2:Yeah, no doubt, let`s keep it movin`, they heard
the shots comin` in, pullin` out. Let`s sweat
the scene like Colin Ferguson, I got the
documents, but if this nigga`s dead, why the
fuck I`m hearin` shots?
R3:Busted out the exit, on some vexed shit, man,
bullets sprayed I caught one in the shoulder
blade. I cocked the shot, he pulled the trigger
bust my lyrics, had they heads bopped, mad
niggaz in the hall droppin`. Around the corner
more niggaz tried to dead me, but they got
tooken` out, my raw style is too deadly.
TL:So what you need, yo clip empty?
R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a
bullet, that travels into ya.
R2:These niggaz is still comin, let`s split together
what we got and leave this fuckin` scene gunnin`.
TL:Word, thieves covered in blood, it`s on son, no
question, no time for hesitatin`, fuck the
second guessin`. Merely suggestin`, the we
leave these niggaz restin`, so open up and
watch talons explode in they chest and, look
out Borne...
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