A Dope Story - Killer Mike

The time is 1:12 in the ATL

I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle

In the V12 headed to the hotel

Hydro lit up weed in the air

She feening to get bent legs in the air

She want her hair pulled spank her derriere

We interrupted by a phone call by Joe the player

That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale

Since it’s money over bitch, yeah that’s my shit

That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon shit

That boy said he just hit a big ass lick

And he’s sitting on top of a 112 bricks

And he’ll let the boy get it 12 a brick

If I drive a 100 miles probably get there quick

I’m calling the clique tryna scrounge for cash

I got a least a quarter million buried in the stash

Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash

That nigga lick for the shit he got to get off it fast

I’m at my grandmamma’s house, flashlight and shovel

Digging up the iron box getting dirt on the bezel

Now I’m heading to the meeting spot with the cash

I got two little niggas with me with ski masks

They snort pile snow and shoot real fast

So if Joe fuck up it’s Joe’s black ass

If he try some funny shit like Dave Chappelle

We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel

We gon' leave whole clip in that nigga hair

Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building

If that nigga get cute we ain’t talking we killing

And that’s anybody man, woman, pets, and children

Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash

Gon' find they ass right next to God real fast

I arrive at Joe’s room, it was suite 112

Immediately I asked him who got the yayo

He responds back who got the cash

I tell him me motherfucker now let’s do this fast

That’s when I noticed this tall nigga looking like a fag

And three dread niggas in the back smoking hash

Four white hoes just giggle and laugh

And I’m telling Joe I don’t do business like that

Put them hoes out the room and tell your man

To go sit in the back with Bob Marley’s band

This nigga bust out the bathroom pistol in hand

He was yelling, screaming, shooting, and missing

It was like that first scene in that movie Pulp Fiction

Before I could duck big Zack was spitting

Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian

The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping

The tall ass faggot caught one to the head

And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead

Joe hiding behind the wet bar shaking and scared

And I’m screaming motherfucker I got one for your head

By now my two little shooters came in something vicious

They killed niggas twice even murked the white bitches

I’m looking at Joe all shaken and scared

While I got the 44 to the middle of his head

I’m telling him homes look at yourself

You balled up in the corner you done shit on yourself

You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact

I can’t kill you homeboy I’ll leave that to Zack

Cupid doesn’t lie