La Musica de Harry Fraud
Late in the afternoon last Wednesday, Jimmy Hoffa pulled out of the driveway of his mother´s home by Lake Oregon and headed South for Detroit
Two men later told police that they had seen and casually quited Hoffa, in this restaurant parking lot between 1:30 and 2:30, Wednesday

No one apparently has seen him since
Uh, been around
Hoffa, yeah

Niggas ask me what´s up with the music, shit, I been actin´ (Actin´)
Lately my clothes been vintage, not into the latest fashion (Nah)
Feel I could breathe again, I related to Toni Braxton
And I still get the chills from the thoughts of my homies laughin´
I witnessed tragedy and got back to my pen and pad (Right back)
Most the feelings I felt for the industry, I got past ´em (Fuck ´em)
Bunch of niggas that came out before me, feel like I lapped ´em (Damn)

LeBron James, these niggas Bronson like Action (My nigga)
My attitude was passive before I opened the package (Uh)
Fiend in the living room high, noddin´ to Gladys
I seen roaches fall on the toaster before the bread rise (Facts)
Funny I´m alive but I´m only concerned with dead guys (Dead)
Fed time, always avoided it, since my teen years
Surrounded by stand up men, a rat won´t be seen here (Never)
Summertime in Harlem, I´m sippin´ Clicq´ on a beach chair
Plates only for family, makin´ it hard to eat here (Hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love

Two options when in the trenches, sell or you buy drugs
Convinced me you had ill intentions, found out it´s not love (Nah)
Added bakin´ soda and a double, call it potluck
This the life we livin´ (Life), sendin´ flicks to homies in prison (My niggas)
Those SIs and these VVS´s, they see the difference (Mob)
At LaGuardia, just landed, get waffles from dirty kitchen
I´m vibin´ to some classic shit I ain´t heard in a minute (Nah)
I ain´t served in a minute, ain´t hand to hand in some years (Not me)
And my aim was just a bid, it´s Cartier and chandelier
I never ducked a fade, on anything, let´s meet up in the square (Right now)

Newports was clickin´, fresh up out the book in sellin´ squares (Facts)
Made dreams outta nightmares, I woke up
Nigga tried to swing and he got broke up, won´t smoke it, it ain´t jokes up
I walked through the fire, eyes wide, like I´m coke´d up
Never powdered my nose up, game, I was tryna soak up
Listenin´ to legends that did it, when it was real out (Real out)
They comfortable in prison, so ain´t no telling ´em, "Chill out" (You okay?)
Cut the chef a cheque before he even brought the meal out
Make the reggie smell like exotic, brought orange peels out
Peel out, Hellcats speedin´, I´m knockin´ supercat

Die for bein´ the witness, you ain´t had nothin´ to do with that (Boom, boom, boom)
East and Harry Fraud, they scared to sleep, that Freddy Krueger rap (Uh)
Before I blew, I blew a stack on baggies and the newest strap
Hoffa