I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out
together Even went to school with me Fly nigga my ace boon coon Used
to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom Ya want trouble? Well
trouble ya found Cause we diss ya then issue The critical beat down He
needed money I would always come through Needed a car? He could use mine
too But bust this! Out on the street People say he was
riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone
heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy >From
some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick! Talkin'
that craazy old weak assed shit and after all of that She still walked
away How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped
to him about it He said, "Who snitched?"
CHORUS Yo, how did he go
out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout
you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too!
I knew this brother
named Mitch Stone player He meet a girl, in five min. he lay
her Trucked crazy jewels Hands smothered in ice Been to prison not
once, but twice Kept a stupid thick posse Made of thugs and Crooks and
hoods and vet hustlers Who were up to no good But they all stood
behind him and watched his back That's the only way To roll on the
track But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week The snatchbared the
runk Of his white Corniche Took a look inside And what did they
see? Two keys, and a gallon of PCP! Oh shit! The thought
crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called Habitual
criminal So insted of goin' under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed
at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew That
rat named Mitch
CHORUS
I knew this guy That was never that
fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He
always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who
was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true
heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took
karate and he still got his ass kicked But now he's married And he
kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the
past Doesn't like Blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police,
got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets and he's cut to
jack Doggin' young brothers Cause they usually don't fight back Got a
White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they
crack So now he's big man But he really ain't
shit!
CHORUS
Out one night with my crew and some new kid I
didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did So I thought he was cool We rode in
his ride Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party
deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick
artillery Parliament was on, some O.G. shit I put my back to the
wall And felt my pistol grip al of a sudden Niggas started
trippin' Flippin', the record started skippin' Wildin', fools started
locn up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up Me and "E" hit the
floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But
when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side
by side Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
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