Goin’ Way Out

[INTRO]
(SHOESTRING)
Yeah, Shoestring is back in this motherfucker once again
Me and Jake The Flake teamed up in this bitch
Fuck all you niggas
Jake, tell them hoes something

(JAKE THE FLAKE)
You motherfucking Vice cops
All you bitches
Prepare for the killing
Coming down on all you hoes
It's going to be a serious manslaughter in this bitch
Fuck you

[VERSE 1 - JAKE THE FLAKE]
A nigga with the motherfucking plate
Not a plate in my head
I mean the plate full of flake
Them oot-head bitches on my dick for the pack
I gave that bitch a (???) and now I'm hitting it from the back
I'm Goin' Way Out and then I'm Goin' Through A Thang
Your girl was drug free but now that bitch is ooting 'caine
Strung out on that blow, that funky pussy ho
She didn't know how to oot but now that bitch is just a pro
Turning bitches out, I got the fucking clout
You didn't know what flake was
But now you know what it's all about
Cause I'm the provider
And you're the fucking user
Call me the dealer
Cause you're the drug abuser
Chilling at the crib with some bitches, playing Quarter Bounce
A nigga beeped me up
He wants a fucking quarter ounce
I beeped the boy back
He didn't want no crack
I met him around the corner, it was a motherfucking jack
I really wasn't prepared
But still I wasn't scared
He thought I was a ho
I had to let him know
Cause I'm a real jacker
And jacking was my first trade
I was jacking niggas way back in the first grade
So how the fuck you think that he going to do what another nigga do
What was mean for me was never ever meant for you
Now it's time for paypack
Nigga with that wack jack
You made a fucked move and now it's time to get that head cracked
Blown to capacity
Bitches shouldn't have fucked with me
To blow a nigga's brains out
Ain't shit to me
Crazier than a mother
Suicidal like a bungee jump
Hunting niggas down in other hoods with my pump
Killing niggas off for something I really shouldn't have started
I opened up the pack and hit the flake and then I farted
Walking through my hood I seen some bitch that's outside dancing
Visions in my head was kill the bitch like Charles Manson
Killed so many niggas need to be waiting down on Death Row
Got me in the county on suspicion of feinding for a blow
Caught me in a fiend's ride
Said I did some homicide
I was home alone with my girl that was my alibi
I'm a real nigga, ain't no time for acting phony
And plus, I do my dirt all by my lonely
Will they hem me up and lock me down
That's something I doubt
A nigga from the Ave. with attitude
I'm goin' way out

[HOOK]
Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
Niggas from the Ave. is goin' way out, way out
Brrrapppa!
(x2)

[VERSE 2 - SHOESTRING]
Back, still labeled as a killer
Shoestring
Fuck Michael Jackson, I'm a thriller
I done done my time, just like a beast
Searching a nigga down, and trying to take his piece
Two niggas from the Ave. with some motherfucking beef
I'm the fucking Sheriff, and Jakey is the Chief
I beef with many cliques and many niggas they have brung
Some of them niggas went home
And some of them niggas got hung
Ooted in my crib
I think somebody's peeping
The cops are in my window
They must think I was sleeping
Go for your arrest and I'll be coming out the covers
I'll step back and start popping motherfuckers
I've been up for two days
And now that I am yawning
My body's feeling numb
My nose is steady running
I'm looking at my mother as my motherfucking enemy
Called my little sister a bitch
Said the ho is no kin to me
Should I shoot my mother
Or should I just rape her
Should I cut her up like a chain and drape her
Slapped myself in the face
Cause I know I must be tripping
Had a dream of killing Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen
Yo, I'm ooting 'caine in my motherfucking nostrils
Having visions of murdering bitches in my house shoes
And now I'm broke and back in to reality
The same old thing, facing that police brutality
Reached to my side, my 'caine's a goner
Grabbed my fucking gat and I headed to that corner
Looking for my brother, and his fucking boys
I don't give a fuck, I'll play them niggas like some toys
Looked up the street and seen my nigga named Jake
Beefing with my brother, (Tyrese?), (???) and Ray-Ray
Niggas stole my rocks
And then them niggas rolled them
Made a fat knot, cocked the 50s back and fold them
Now I'm seeing see three niggas
Cocked back and three brims
Pimping around the corner
And they're rolling on Punchy's rims
Yeah I stopped the car and asked them for my dope
Ike cracked a grin, I grabbed him by his throat
Ty reached up back and took a pop at his brother
And said, "the only person I love is my fucking mother"
Yo, went to my house and called Punchy on the telephone
They ganked him and me
And now them niggas living wrong
Punchy got his rims back
But I didn't get my dope, G
Ike bought some gear and now them niggas gone to Tennessee
I took no loss
I know that I'm the coach-ie
Somebody's at my door
Peeped out my window, I see Roachie
Ira's ooted out
I know the niggas dopin'
He's fucking them bitches good
And busting their heads open
Back is the Caravan, acting like a old man
Steady smoking Billies with a brewskie bottle in his hand
I'm Shoestring
You know I'm not a joker
I don't smoke crack cause I'm not a crack smoker
That's the way it is
And this is what it's all about
These are niggas from the Ave
And we're going way out

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]
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