Artist: Napoleon f/ Tree Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Premeditated Murder Typed by: Cno Evil [Napoleon] They call me Valentine, I bag up a thousand viles of dimes Poison ivy, nigga, grab the Cali nine A pal of mine just came back, with the Island shine The nigga wild as grime, he keep a pile of nines Italian style designs, medallions found in prime This battallion drop heat, and the stallion's wine For having childish minds, I murder trials refined Jew lawyers giving up, they saw the smile and signs Crystals and wines, we travel miles with vines I'm the nigga from the hood that you dial for crimes I'm agile with mines, fragile rewind Stay low key, I profile in time Purple Maybachs, AKs, macks I clean out a nigga lab like Ajax Spray tracks, with the tommy gun melody 15 of my bars, 21 felonies Green sheets, sit back and listen, to the king speak I seen Greece, brains get blown, on Queens street I'm grimey, rugged like the bottom of a fiend's feet Rob so much, you will think my whole team's Greek Like Athena, fuck O's, we snatch ninas And tag teams is up in the trunk of black Beemers Relax FIMA, ten and a half I will stand off Got you all facing forty, a fifty grand loss Got my mans searching the land, for the tan soft Check us out of fortune cookies, by Japan bars Rams toss, when I see crown victorious Move like the piper shot ass, pound by Florida What up Lonnie, I know you got the pearl handle Ruger, that blows through intruders like Earl Campbell It's the G code, aiyo my heat rolls Used to throw brick like Shaq free throws But now life's better, rubies and nice sweaters Everything is cool like night weather In Buffalo, we sheisty enough, handcuff a hoe Two hundred and fifty eight grams, just enough to blow [Chorus 2X: Napoleon] Pussy niggas fronting with dough, we snatch 'em up Grabbed up, tape and ball roll, and wrap 'em up Don't wanna give up your dough, we smack 'em up Kidnap his wife and his seeds, and clap him up [Tree] Aiyo Po, he got a couple of bricks, that we gon' stick him up You ain't gotta ask me twice, I'mma hit him up And no I'm not 2Pac, but when the beef on I ride with the mask, a hammer plus two glocks Look we gon' cut the lights out, and butt 'em with a couple of clips Then knock his light out I heard he got the new bricks and a couple six in Moving 'caine on the street, this nigga had me flipping This nigga had me ripping, I'mma run in his house Run in his mouth, and put like ten in his spouse Yeah, you know I be flipping hard, I be dicking broads Leave, I leave 'em stunk out, dog, in the fucking yard And you ain't gotta ask me if I'm with it Cuz when I see the money, I just spray and go and get it Aiyo, it's Tree, I'm selling that shit, you get knocked With that D and start telling that shit, you yelling and shit How you in the backyard stomped out Leaking on your butt, your body all smelling and shit Look, you don't gotta know my name, revolver, you know my flame Hustling, go and get it, sell it, yeah, you know my game Young nigga bust a flame, trapped out, in the streets Dog, I leave you clapped up, wrapped out, in the streets Yeah, I'mma take the loot, yeah, I'mma take the coup Run up on his block with a glock, and co-take his stoupe Soon as he run at his mouth, I'mma cock and shoot Then and start running his pocket, then take his loot Yeah, I'mma take his chain, yeah, I'mma take this dame Run up in his mouth, once pack, I'mma take his 'caine Niggas keep running and shit, they won't take a thing Tree here running your gun, and co-brick your flame Nah, I don't give a fuck, yeah, I be moving 'caine Yeah, I be pushing truck, yeah, I be moving shit Yeah, I'm out for bucks, Tree know you front as fuck If you keep running your mouth, I leave you in a tux Yeah, yo, they call me Tree, move 'caine, sell to D Breeze through Mahogy V, yeah, I be shitting, huh see ya niggas grittin' huh, leave you niggas mittin' huh Know I got that cook in the oven, pies in the kitchen huh Know my young nigga Po, rollin' on a mission, huh Yeah, this a mission, huh, yeah, you need to listen, huh [Chorus to fade]