A Tale of 2 Citiez (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
You been watching this n*gga
Waiting on him to slip
You spot him at the light my n*gga
In a Bentley while you creepin’ in that black Crown Vic
Pull up to the curb my n*gga
Even out here balling and his family broke as sh*t
You think he give a f*ck my n*gga
Looking dead at a n*gga down a barrel of your gun
Now look into his eyes my n*gga
Will he die, will he live, will he beg like a b*tch?
Or will he testify my n*gga?
This is n*gga hold it, Who gone catch it first
Somebody about to die my n*gga
n*ggas catchin’ grip on that gap
Make him wear chains on his neck
His face with diamonds, ice in his mouth
f*ck that n*gga smile
Cause he knows that if you don’t let the choppers fly
He knows somebody gonna kill him on the other side
He knows somebody waitin’ all up in his momma house
He knows somebody
f*ck this baby momma now
It’s time for the come up
n*gga this it
Glock 19 15 in the clip
It’s up to you and God my n*gga
[Hook: J. Cole & Juicy J]
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
They robbin' n*ggas on the daily
Can you blame a n*gga that ain't never had things?
(What's the value of a thing?)
Guess not, last night they pulled up on my n*gga at the light like
Ugh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Another day, another dollar
You spending on the car my n*gga
Living fast, f*ck the law
You ain’t worried about the cops my n*gga
Your last hope you a father
You told to get a job my n*gga
You just bought a new burden
The last one was hot my n*gga
Everybody showing love in the streets
You a hood celebrity
Everybody knows that you’re the plug
You the n*gga that they wanna be
But there’s somebody waiting on you my n*gga
Don’t sleep
A black bag with a black man in a black crowd
Creepin’ on you
But you don’t give a f*ck when you’re out in the streets
Dollars in the chain
n*gga you’re the hood grip
Hit the corner store for some lick
You close your eyes when you about to die
One of these n*ggas sound like you
[Outro]
Last night I had a bad dream