Maxine - Raekwon, Ghostface Killah

You got your hands on Mooney shit?

Say word

We gon' get high!

I don’t give a fuck about that nigga

He a bird anyway

We be taking his packages…

He a snitch too!

Ayo

In Pam’s house there was money missing

She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin' blow in the kitchen

Her kids never ate, BCW’s involved with her

Kids that she never seen, shipped two to Florida

Maxine, dark skinneded, bald headed bitch, mean

Pam’s right hand, together they’re the coldest fiends

Aww shit, guess who arrived at the door

It’s Mooney the supplier, «Shh, don’t open the door!»

«Bitch, open the door!»

«Maxine, he gon' kill me!»

«Chill, I got a friend cop.»

«Girl, you don’t know his beef!»

Three long kicks the hinges flew off

Kids screaming, the heavy face slap blew Maxine head off

It’s on in the crib, «You wrong for what you did

You gon' pay Pam, fuck that boo, kiss your kids

Y’all get the fuck in the room.""Fuck you, you ain’t our real Daddy!»

«Next time you see my Caddy, don’t fucking flag me»

This is where he fucks, up at peep his movements

Maxine’s in the kitchen crying, grits is boiling, on the side

She had a cup of lye, somebody gotta die

«Uh huh, y’all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages

Y’all had Mackie’s shit and Pappy’s shit

Word to Aunt May I want mine"

Pulled out the nine, get in the tub

He seen the hot iron pulled the plug out

He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times

Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines

He put his Gat down, why he do that?

Creeping through the crib is Maxine, pot holder down with the grits

Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened him

Screaming, slipped in piss, he ran in the seed’s room

Grits down cryin' aight with his balls out

He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album

«Boobie get that nigga!»

Pam yelling, «Rip that nigga!»

Mookie went and got the dye out the kitchen

James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screw driver

Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider!

This is Pam Jerkins mother house

The same shit go on in her brother house

You know Mooney’s only a buck oh five wet

He only had two hundred dollars worth of shit

And the kids tore his ass up!

The seeds had a huddle up, I felt sorry for him

The funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on him

Jumped on him, pigeon toed Mookie poured lye on him

You should’ve seen this motherfucker’s face frying

Half dying, they stuck a fork through his nuts

The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up

«Quick, pick the window up,» Mooney overheard

Right before they threw him out, the nigga said «Word?!?»

On the count of three

He landed right in front of the first floor balcony

Blood, brains is splattered

He was dead

And the cops never came

That’s Stapleton

All, all, all in together now

We getting fresh getting right for the weather now

And if we fall in the game, yo that’s never now

Come to my projects and we’ll air you out