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Yeah |
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OG Joe Blow in the house, understand me |
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Layin it down with my boy Messy Marv |
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Yeah, for ah - Slick Rick |
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Yeah, this ain't no children's story, though |
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This somethin for the hood, mang |
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So ah - all the OG's grab your ripple |
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And players grab you twomp sacks |
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Here we go... |
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Once upon a time not long ago |
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When niggas made money slingin dank or dope |
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When chronic was burnin and everything was all good |
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And people were behavin hella bad in the hood |
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There lived a little boy who was misled |
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By another little boy, and this is what he said: |
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"Me and you tonight, we're gonna make some cash |
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Pullin 211's and makin the dash" |
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They did the job, scrilla came with ease |
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But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease |
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He robbed another and another |
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(Stick em up, stick em up!) |
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And a sister and her brother |
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Tried to rob a man, a SFPD undercover |
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The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin erratic |
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He said, "Keep still, boy, no need for static" |
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Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap |
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But little did he know the little nigga was strapped |
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The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?" |
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Tec-9 aimed for the cop's kidney |
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The cop got scared, the kid starts to figure |
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"I'll do years if I pull this trigger" |
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So he cold dashed and ran around the block |
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Cop radioes in to another lady cop |
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He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister |
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Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her |
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Looked around good and from expectations |
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He decided he'd head for the BART station |
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But (what?) she was coming and he made a left |
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He was runnin top speed till he was out of breath |
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Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (Sorry!) |
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Then he made his move to an abandoned building |
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Ran up the stairs up to the top floor |
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Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? |
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(Who?) Coon, the dopefiend smokin hella dope |
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Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap |
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He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" |
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The dopefiend pulled out a sawed-off shotgun |
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He broke outside but there was cops all over |
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Then he dipped into a car, a hyped up Nova |
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Sideways up the block doing 83 |
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Crashed into a tree near the KOP |
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Escaped alive though the car was battered |
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Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered |
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Ran out of bullets and he still had static |
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Grabbed a lady and pulled out the automatic |
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Pointed at her head, he said the gun was full of lead |
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He told the cops, "Back up or the bitch here's dead" |
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Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong |
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So he let the lady go and he starts to run on |
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Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded |
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And before long the little boy got surrounded |
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He dropped the Tec, so went the glory |
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And this is the way I have to end this story |
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He was only seventeen, in a poor man's dream |
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Big Mike shot the kid, I still hear him scream |
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This ain't funny so bitch, don't you laugh |
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Just another case about the wrong path |
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So learn a little lesson cause the game don't last |
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Good night |
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Leave a mess Marv [repeated] |
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Yeah |
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That's right |
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Messy Mizznarv |
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And it goes down |
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For my boy Slick Rick the Ruler |
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And it don't stop |
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And it don't quit |
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And it don't stop |
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I'm on a whole nother level |
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I'm on a whole nother level |
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Trigga Lock Records |
