Interlude lyrics

Sup n*ggas? Aye n*ggas living you aight? Everything good out here?

Uh huh

What’s up baby?

Goog, good, good. How you feeling?

Chilling

Got that money for me man? I gotta make moves

Yeah I got it

Aight

But not all of it

What you mean, you ain’t finished?

I got robbed yo

Got robbed around the block. Around the block man

The f*ck you mean you got robbed man? Who robbed you?
Come on man, that n*gga Duff

That n*gga Duff? This n*gga Duff run up on you man, and take your sh*t?

And my piece man

You had your f*cking gun on you man? What the f*ck is wrong with ya’ll n*ggas? Ya’ll n*ggas standing out here like Three Stooges of Harlem or som’n B? You gon’ let this n*gga come and take your sh*t, ain’t you a motherf*cking man? You gon’ let another man take your sh*t B? You done lost your privilege of getting any money man, until you show me where that man is at. ‘Till you find that man you dead up here man. You dead man, aight? You hear what the f*ck I’m saying man? Now get the f*ck off my stoop man. Go ‘head man, go find that man B. Go find him B, ‘less you like being broke n*gga. Go this way man. Aye, man go this way man. Go that way man. Them n*ggas don’t seem to understand me out here B. Nobody playing games on these streets. Ya’ll n*ggas better hold it down out here, aight? Ya’ll n*ggas gon’ be looking work in motherf*cking Queens or some sh*t like that. It’s Harlem man. Ya’ll n*ggas better hold it down B