| 8 o’clock, the door knocks
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| Black wakes up, grabs his Glock
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| Looks for his girl and his man Scott
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| Scott at the door with the nine cocked
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| His girl grabs the box, she tells him «Meet me at the other spot»
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| Blows a kiss, hits the back window and hops
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| Black runs over toward Scott, «How they figure our plot?»
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| Then far away, they both hear shots
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| Thoughts of his girl shook his world
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| He scream «Cassandra!» |
| then dropped
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| The scenes just stopped, the camera pops
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| Earlier, 7:55, Scott’s peeking through blinds
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| He sense a set up, so he reach for his nine
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| Looks at his man, Black, on the couch sleep
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| He’s out deep, in the background this loudmouth freak
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| She’s filing her nails, sucking her teeth
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| She saying «Y'all should’ve followed me to my spot
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| Through the woods, it’s right up the street»
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| He said «I know» then, and then they both paused
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| He said, «Shh, I hear a car’s pulling up near the door»
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| He called Black, he called him once, twice
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| But he didn’t react, look at the clock
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| It struck 8 o’clock, then he heard a knock
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| Nine cocked at the door, Black calling his name
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| Heard something in the back, sounds strange
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| Heard the mumbles, box, fumble
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| He quickly look back, saw Black staring out a window
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| What the fuck, Black runs over asks him «How they figure the plot?»
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| Then they both heard shots, Black face stood up, he screamed and just dropped
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| Scott opened up the door firing shots said «Fuck it», shot in the leg
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| The scene just stopped, the camera pops
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| Earlier, up early, 7:30, mad worry
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| She’s thinking, thoughts sinking
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| About her in cuffs in the precinct
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| All because of that box, she kept a good watch
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| On the door and the lock
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| Her man that she met not too long ago named Black is out on the couch
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| They all in the house, the toilet flush, Scott comes out, the bathroom
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| She said «Excuse me», he’s mad rude, G
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| He gave her the quiet side, took out his nine
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| She said, «What the hell, you keep acting nervous, oh well»
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| Took out a nail filer, and start filing her nails
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| She heard a knock, then Black called her name
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| Her filer had dropped, she grabbed the box
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| She said, «Meet me at the other spot, love you»
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| Jumped out the window, into the cold
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| She’s running in fear, then she hears «Freeze!»
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| She slip, falls, drops to her knees, gets up runs
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| The police shoots, in hot pursuit
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| Running through the woods, trying to make it to a stoupe
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| Then she hears a couple of shots
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| Coming from the house she’s just escaped back a couple of blocks
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| Then she finally makes it to her spot
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| Along with the box
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| The scene just stops, the camera pops
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| The time, 8:15, ahead
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| Scott’s bleeding from his leg
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| Black is on his knees in a daze
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| Police raid
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| He said «I don’t wanna be this way
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| I don’t wanna live without my whiz'»
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| Put he Glock to his wig, then pulled the trigger
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| Cops surround the body of a stupid nigga
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| Two weeks prior, Cassandra’s in police uniforms in the line of fire
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| Acting coach, wearing wires, FBI showing pictures of one Michael AKA Black
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| Washington
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| And one Scott Peterson, and how she should meet with them
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| While eating out with the co-workers
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| She didn’t notice Scott staring at her while she was ordering burgers
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| She didn’t notice Scott always alert with the burner
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| She didn’t notice that he soon will have her murdered
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| I guess at the time it didn’t concern her
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| Now rewind this song, see if this picture is perfect |