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Kwest Tha Madd Lad - "125 Pennies For Your Thoughts"
Lyrics to 125 Pennies For Your Thoughts : Mmm.. Im steppin up Sutton, headed for this get together Weather was fierce, no sweat, I had on a rugged leather Got to the subway station on Archer And noticed that the train was about, to make a rapid departure Fuck that, aint no Jakes up here in the station Pulled the turnstyle back slipped through with no hesitation The bitch in the booth yelled pay your fare, I said yeah I oughta Threw the finger up and said, owe ya a buck and a quarter Jettin for the train, before that shit got ghost And as Im runnin down the steps, I spots two five-oh They was jettin too, guess them niggaz had seen me ha' Man fuck a cop, I wasnt even tryin to stop The conductor saw me boogeyin, and still closed the shit up And I spit in his face, before the train had time to get up Heard a Jake yell STOP! I said pssh, stop deez Caught my breath on the steps and got lost in the breeze Headed down towards the J, hopin to make a getaway and I see the same two cops on me yo, these niggaz aint playin Bumped an old lady, think I knocked her old ass down Screamed SORRY MISS without tryin to turn around Catchin mad looks and stares, as I hustled up the stairs Please let the gate be open, and Im up and outta here As I approach the gate the cop still on the chase God damn its locked, aiyyo I can fit through that space But what about the leather the gear and the Timbs you sportin Wont they get dirty' Fuck that, my ass is more important As I went under I heard STOP OR ILL FIRE But I kept goin and thought, pssh yeah right fuckin liar For a dollar twenty-five aint no way they gonna blast me Til I heard a shot and felt the bullet fly right past me Yo! What kind of shit is these pigs gettin with' I was flippin script, but gotta admit I was shittin bricks Hit the pavement as a bullet struck the wall beside me My mind was in disarray, so I let my feet guide me Got my thoughts together and it became mad clear There was more than just me and fare bein involved here But I couldnt figure that shit out for nothin And didnt have time to stop and think, I just kept on struttin Out like VRRRM, like a cartoon character caper Jettin so fast Flash ass woulda caught the vapors Hit a corner and looked back, damn they still sweatin me I kept jettin G, aint no fuckin way they was gettin me Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge But not nearly hard enough to stop my mission Even though I didnt know my leg was in bad condition The pain wasnt alla that as I kept up my speedin But I was in need of a doctor for mass internal bleeding My side felt kinda sore, my left arm felt dead Put my hand into my jacket, it came out blood red Pushed a kid he broke like WATCH WHERE YOU GOIN MOTHERFUCKER Couldnt riff with that brother so I said, yo, your mother Heard a siren then another then spots a blue and white U-turned and ran round a corner til they was outta sight Ran through a vacant lot, heard a shot pop then, pop pop pop pop Oh shit, they got glocks' Fled past a bunch of girls, but couldnt stop to peep booties Was tired and fucked up, but I continued my duty Pretty soon I was exhausted tellin self you lost kid But if they was bustin at me I knew I get tossed an shit Wasnt tryin to go upstate or to Rikers So I took a breath and kept makin like my ass was on fire Felt like I had lost ALL the blood in my body Id give anything to be laid up in the crib with a hottie Stomach was doin flip-flops, all twisted and knotty Next time Im payin, this aint my idea of a party Aww shit! A squad car is block my path Turn around and theres a bunch of cops right at my ass Went to take my hand out my jacket to give up Musta thought I was pullin out, no wait dont shoot Im just.. The lady I had bumped fell, hit the third rail But I didnt do no time, I never made it to jail I often think Id still be alive with my friends if only I had came up off a dollar, and twenty-five cents [ 125 Pennies For Your Thoughts Lyrics ]
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