Red Fox Restaurant (feat. Curren$y)

At the present time, we have no information
As to the present whereabouts of Mr. Hoffa
We have no information that he is living or dead
(La Música de Harry Fraud)

It was a stable way of livin', still a nigga had to stop
At the rate that we was gettin' it, how could we refuse to cop?
I took over the block, stood on top, my money saw a way out
The high life, every night, we livin' like the ball dropped
On New Years, but they ain't firecrackers that you hear
Best believe it's 'caine in the stash beneath them trees
Them boys'll blast you then they'll flee the scene
Don't ask me what team I'm from, what side I'm on
East side, New Orleans where I started
Top of the world before I'm done
This the never die corporation, makin' wages with my neighbors
Porsches and Ferraris racin'
I worked hard and I made it, y'all niggas hardly hard at less
They garbage and their bars are scribbled on some toilet paper
Blazer got it, my gang keep them ladies excited
She saw the car that I'm drivin', now she wan' get fucked inside it
Happy to oblige, every day I'm high
Came here to collect my check, now show me where to sign
Ha, damn

Early yesterday, acting on a request from the Hoffa family
Police found Hoffa's car in the restaurant parking lot
Said it showed no signs of a struggle

No need for no doctor
He disappeared like Jimmy Hoffa
Blacked out in the spot, order Hennessy, I don't drink no vodka
On my poppa, I done blew more tree than any rasta
One more shot and we can rob him, a lot of jokers, we ain't got 'em
Niggas spiteful, I'm far from religious, ain't read the Bible
I pray Allah forgive me, don't care about goin' viral
Wanted the condo with the balcony, the staircase a spiral
Fuck a mask, pull up bare face and find you, might surprise you
Been low from dice games 'cause they'll line you
My whole life changed when Nas said, "I got you"
I paint it just like Picasso
I don't owe you nothin', you lucky I let you taste this bottle
They been on my body, no lyin', I never chased them models
Now if I post a photo, I bet it's gon' make 'em follow
Dig in ego pocket, pull some cake up out it
You had your own dream, you could've went and did your thing
Ain't have to hate about it
There's so much I could say about housin', just glad I made it out it

I have never witnessed anything in my life such as
What has been going on here the last eight weeks
An atmosphere of fear
An atmosphere created by the United States Marshals, by the FBI
And the government as a whole for the sole purpose of harassing
And trying to frighten the citizens of the United States