Dave East, Harry Fraud ft. Curren$y - Red Fox Restaurant Lyrics

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) la, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah

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 Year's
But that ain't firecrackers that you hear
Best believe there's candy stashed beneath them trees
Them boys will blast you, then they'll flee the scene
Don't ask me what team I'm from, what side I'm on
Eastside, 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 work hard and I made it, y'all niggas hardly hard as us
They garbage and they bars is scribbled on some toilet paper
Blaze, I got it, my gang keep them ladies excited
She saw the car that I'm drivin', now she wanna get fucked inside it
Happy to oblige, every day I'm high (every day I'm high)
Came here to collect my check, now show me where to sign (sign, sign, sign)
La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah

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, pour the Hennessey, I don't drink no vodka
On my poppa, I done blew more tree than any Rasta
One more shot, and we can rob 'em, lot of jokers, we in Gotham
Niggas spiteful, I'm far from religious, ain't read the bible
I pray Allah forgive me, don't care about goin' viral (goin' viral)
Wanted the condo with the balcony, the staircases spiral
Fuck a mask, pull up bare-face and find you, and surprise you
Been low from dice games, 'cause they'll line you ('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 a model (chased a model)
Now if I post a photo, I bet it's gonna make 'em follow
Dig in either pocket, pull some cake up out it
You had your own dream, you could've went and did your thing
Didn't have to hate about it
There 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 United States marshals
By the FBI, and the government as a whole
For the sole purpose of harassing
And trying to frighten citizens of the united states