Death’s near who’s sincere? Shed the last tears, No one really cares. Feeling screwed. Looking inside you. Eyes desperately in need. I see the pussy in you. You’re weak. Copping pleas… Omega I had a small crew with me in a black Range Rover on our way to Yonkers. We got word on Tiny’s exact location and I wanted him gone. Armed with the infantry supplies Smitty hit us off with, we were ready for anything. We drove north on Interstate 87 observing the speed limit. The last thing I needed was to get pulled over by state troopers. By eight that evening we were in Yonkers. Tiny was staying in the suburbs. Word was that he owned a two-level three-bedroom home and stayed with this bitch named, Tianna in Park Hill. It was mid-summer and folks were still out making use of what was left of the daylight. I wanted to creep through during dusk, so I had my crew lay low for a minute. We stopped at a nearby Burger King and had some whoppers and fries. Waiting around for hours, being inconspicuous as possible really tested our patience.
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