Black Attack

Keep it on the down low,
Nobody else had to know,
How we had our freak shows
Sipping on froze
Margaritas we kept it hot like heaters
Sneakers, I guess you could call us creepers
We both had beepers, secret codes
Tap them in, see what's happening
Hit me back about 10, I meet you down in the west end,
This girl was foxy
Had ill na na
Loved it when she called me pa pa Ha Ha
But she was married to the mob man, chances were slim
She sleeping with my, he thought she was faithful to him
She fell deep deeper deeper in love,
It was supposed to be a secret, she slipped up and told her cuz
Now me and big dude standing face to face
He got back up for days, crew all over the place,
But betrayal out ways it all, a quick phone call,
Even in front of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw
He was rollin, strollin,
had entire business that he was controlling
Illegal though, he thought nothing could stop his cash flow
Connect with the Po Po, cruised a 4X4
Cherokee, dropped, deep dished, chromed out,
Twelve's, twitters, amp,
His sh*t was loud,
Diamonds and pearls