Manny Hit

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(The beat is minimal, aggressive, full of static and distorted sub-bass)

Code Red (Manny Hit)

[Verse 1] - The Unplanned Encounter
Big up Little C, man, and bless Big L,
We the Manny lads, still trapping, can’t tell.
We was on the low, just copping that buj from Pakistan
Stacking that profit, making plans with the hand.
Then I clock the opp, fam, sittin’ on the bench,
Lookin' all gassed (excited), smokin' on some stench.
He thought he was bait, thought he was off the clinch,
Shoulda known The Hill don't forget the least inch.
This ain't what we planned, but the script just flipped,
Saw the weakness in him, and the moment just clicked.

[Verse 2] - The Circle & The Tooling Up
Yo, spun the black whip, did the quick three-sixty,
I told the driver, "Yo, turn back, let's get sticky."
My mind's already locked, no time to get picky,
He sealed his own fate when he moved all the whisky.
Pulled out the skeng, yeah, the old faithful shh,
Wrapped the handle tight, put a hole in the wish.
We ain't just doing talk, this is strictly the greeze (action),
One blast from this dotty, drop him straight to his knees.
He's got fifteen seconds to enjoy the breeze,
'Cause we circling the block now, lookin' for the keys.
The moment is coming, that final release,
Better hide your face, little yute, or rest in peace.

[Verse 3] - The Climax (Drive-By Splash)
Windows down slow, let the bass line ring,
Mask on my face, heard the tension it brings.
Driver's on point, steady hand on the cling (steering wheel),
One flash, one sound, then the birds start to sing.
B-r-rap! Let the garridge do the talking,
The sound was so loud, made the whole block start walking.
The back of his garmz (clothes) instantly staining,
Left him slumped in the doorway, the job's entertaining.
We don't need a target, we just need the location,
A quick, sharp burst for the education.
He learned his lesson well, the price of frustration,
Now we gotta go back for the final sensation.

[Verse 4] - The Walk-Over & Confirmation
Pulled up two streets down, then we jumped out the whip,
Walking back slow, gotta make sure he dipped.
My boots on the concrete, no time for a slip,
See him bleeding out, man, still got a faint grip.
Walked right up close, put the chete to his face,
Looked him dead in his eyes, right before the disgrace.
A quick final splash (stab) just to secure the case,
Left him there frozen, forgotten without trace.
Mission complete, fam, time to clean up the crime,
The Hill knows the code, we just did the hard time.
Money's back flowing, back on the grind,
Leave him to the whispers, nothing left behind.

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