A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III) Lyrics
| Song | A Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III) |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six | |
| Living some bloodshed, her man is pu*******ng bricks | |
| Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick | |
| It's like some *******t straight out of a Hollywood flick | |
| Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks | |
| Honey was thick, I was the first ******* to kick | |
| Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split | |
| I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates | |
| The live *******t, you know how loose I get | |
| I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit | |
| Plump cherry lips, medium *******, ******* eyes her baby hair chick | |
| The type you want to pair with, have an affair with | |
| We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip | |
| Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip | |
| Probably had to get with her man and *******t | |
| Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight | |
| Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me | |
| to be dealing with mad feelings | |
| And even though mami was mad appealing | |
| Body revealing and big wheeling | |
| This *******t is illin, I don't like it | |
| ******* it, I can't fight it | |
| I reaching for the cordless to call Miss | |
| I insist to get with this | |
| Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who this?" (chick) | |
| "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" | |
| "Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) | |
| "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through | |
| "we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" | |
| About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo | |
| We link, push in the six circle circle drink | |
| To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks | |
| More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint | |
| Went for a drink ? Hot shots | |
| Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's | |
| Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove | |
| My eyes closed her ******* dozed, when I awoke | |
| Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos | |
| Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove | |
| She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe | |
| Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes | |
| Took me into the master suite, *******t was sweet | |
| Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets | |
| As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak | |
| Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks | |
| I was getting open, started laughing and joking | |
| We ******* smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and | |
| Said what the deal is, the realness | |
| My man is crazy as Bruce Willis | |
| If he catches us, he'll try to kill us | |
| He got a whole army of Kiiers | |
| Me no worry, I got the clapper son | |
| End of the first verse, chapter one | |
| Word | |
| *******t is real in the field | |
| Thug love story | |
| [G. Luciano] | |
| So here I am | |
| Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos | |
| With this chick I don't even really know | |
| Steady stressing me how ill her man is | |
| So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway | |
| Straight twisting mami's back out | |
| Hit three o'clock, fell right the ******* to sleep | |
| Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock | |
| Totally no kind of regards for this *******'s man | |
| I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures | |
| [Kool G. Rap] | |
| The next day about a quarter to eight | |
| I heard a squeek on the staircase | |
| Got the gat from under the pillow case | |
| Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken | |
| Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen | |
| I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking | |
| The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing | |
| Bullets was grazing, *******t was crazy and | |
| I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash | |
| Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass | |
| Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee | |
| With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony | |
| *******t was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth | |
| Saw the snowmobile yo ******* it | |
| We start jumped it, get on top of the *******t and peeled | |
| Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel | |
| The raw deal, kill or be killed, *******t is real | |
| Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill | |
| In zero degrees, *******s on skis, me and these Gees | |
| Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these | |
| Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped | |
| The other six started to pop, I feel something hot | |
| I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped | |
| Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick | |
| She on my back tighter than *******t, like vise grips | |
| I started clapping, *******s rolled up in blowing black and | |
| Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in | |
| Mash the gas, make the ******* wheel spin | |
| The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten | |
| Shorty *******vering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat | |
| Pulled over the Jeep get it in | |
| And took a rest stop at the river bend | |
| We living, we made it the ******* out, mad slugs delivering | |
| Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom | |
| Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound | |
| Put on some tunes, she blew my *******t like a balloon | |
| Up in the moonlit room, and *******ing her womb | |
| Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda | |
| She rode the ******* like a honda | |
| I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda | |
| She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm | |
| My ******* glistened, her lips hit'em, I shot ******* | |
| Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism | |
| I thought about the realism | |
| *******s coming and bring they steel with them | |
| I got just the thing to deal with them | |
| Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed | |
| Push a *******s whole head back, so I snatched that | |
| So quick spread out and play the layout | |
| Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out | |
| [G. Luciano] | |
| Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? | |
| [Mami] | |
| I'm a little worried baby | |
| [G. Luciano] | |
| Yo, don't be worried about nothing, alright | |
| Everything is gonna be alright | |
| [Mami] | |
| OK | |
| [G. Luciano] | |
| Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money | |
| You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever | |
| And we gonna get out of there, alright? | |
| [Mami] | |
| Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito | |
| [G. Luciano] | |
| Alright, grab that bag money | |
| [Mami] | |
| Let's do this, baby | |
| [Kool G. Rap] | |
| After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and | |
| Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons | |
| Brung the clamp, ready to shoot *******t up at random | |
| Five hundred grand is buried in the sand | |
| We planning, up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm counting the dough | |
| She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls | |
| I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those | |
| *******t was sitting on some chrome momo's | |
| Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O | |
| Told the chick, yo you moving to slow | |
| Speed it up baby, we got to go | |
| And get this plane and hit the Caymans | |
| With the payment, somebody came in | |
| A platoon of goons with heaters aiming | |
| I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and | |
| Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying | |
| But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and | |
| Put the heater to the chicks brain and | |
| I let my two guns drop, they got the drop | |
| They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht | |
| The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot | |
| ******* was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot | |
| Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish | |
| Thinking he's out to take advantage | |
| So we're out in the ******* Atlantic | |
| With no lifesavers and stranded | |
| Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore | |
| Said, "amor you won't be pretty no more" | |
| Took us on a tour, down in the deck | |
| Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet | |
| Saw this ******* there, holding the Tec | |
| Ready to wet, I'm started to sweat, a *******s stressed | |
| We up beside a horrible mess | |
| I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S | |
| So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest | |
| Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless | |
| The madness, put the rest of them *******s to rest | |
| Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left | |
| Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath | |
| Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck | |
| Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast | |
| Held her in my arms till her soul finally left | |
| I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death | |
| A real thug lost the only women he loved | |
| And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above | |
| Word |
| zuo ci : Wilson | |
| I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six | |
| Living some bloodshed, her man is pu ng bricks | |
| Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick | |
| It' s like some t straight out of a Hollywood flick | |
| Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks | |
| Honey was thick, I was the first to kick | |
| Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split | |
| I couldn' t quit, trying to peep out the privates | |
| The live t, you know how loose I get | |
| I' m scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit | |
| Plump cherry lips, medium , eyes her baby hair chick | |
| The type you want to pair with, have an affair with | |
| We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip | |
| Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip | |
| Probably had to get with her man and t | |
| Later on at night, I' m stressing love at first sight | |
| Some ain' t right, I ain' t the type of cat like me | |
| to be dealing with mad feelings | |
| And even though mami was mad appealing | |
| Body revealing and big wheeling | |
| This t is illin, I don' t like it | |
| it, I can' t fight it | |
| I reaching for the cordless to call Miss | |
| I insist to get with this | |
| Tan Tone answer the phone, " Hello, who this?" chick | |
| " It' s me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" | |
| " Fine and how you doing boo" chick | |
| " Ain' t nothing new but you, angel, yo why don' t you swing through | |
| " we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" | |
| About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo | |
| We link, push in the six circle circle drink | |
| To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks | |
| More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint | |
| Went for a drink nbsp? Hot shots | |
| Would wanna spend those five digit o' s, on bimbo' s | |
| Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove | |
| My eyes closed her dozed, when I awoke | |
| Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos | |
| Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove | |
| She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe | |
| Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes | |
| Took me into the master suite, t was sweet | |
| Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets | |
| As I was speaking to this half black latin freak | |
| Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks | |
| I was getting open, started laughing and joking | |
| We smoking, stroking, the shorty' s spoke and | |
| Said what the deal is, the realness | |
| My man is crazy as Bruce Willis | |
| If he catches us, he' ll try to kill us | |
| He got a whole army of Kiiers | |
| Me no worry, I got the clapper son | |
| End of the first verse, chapter one | |
| Word | |
| t is real in the field | |
| Thug love story | |
| G. Luciano | |
| So here I am | |
| Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos | |
| With this chick I don' t even really know | |
| Steady stressing me how ill her man is | |
| So what I go and do, hehheh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway | |
| Straight twisting mami' s back out | |
| Hit three o' clock, fell right the to sleep | |
| Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock | |
| Totally no kind of regards for this ' s man | |
| I guess it' s just another one of those G Rap adventures | |
| Kool G. Rap | |
| The next day about a quarter to eight | |
| I heard a squeek on the staircase | |
| Got the gat from under the pillow case | |
| Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken | |
| Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen | |
| I' m waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking | |
| The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing | |
| Bullets was grazing, t was crazy and | |
| I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash | |
| Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass | |
| Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee | |
| With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony | |
| t was thick, couldn' t get to the six, they loaded the fifth | |
| Saw the snowmobile yo it | |
| We start jumped it, get on top of the t and peeled | |
| Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel | |
| The raw deal, kill or be killed, t is real | |
| Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill | |
| In zero degrees, s on skis, me and these Gees | |
| Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these | |
| Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped | |
| The other six started to pop, I feel something hot | |
| I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped | |
| Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick | |
| She on my back tighter than t, like vise grips | |
| I started clapping, s rolled up in blowing black and | |
| Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in | |
| Mash the gas, make the wheel spin | |
| The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten | |
| Shorty vering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat | |
| Pulled over the Jeep get it in | |
| And took a rest stop at the river bend | |
| We living, we made it the out, mad slugs delivering | |
| Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom | |
| Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound | |
| Put on some tunes, she blew my t like a balloon | |
| Up in the moonlit room, and ing her womb | |
| Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda | |
| She rode the like a honda | |
| I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda | |
| She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm | |
| My glistened, her lips hit' em, I shot | |
| Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism | |
| I thought about the realism | |
| s coming and bring they steel with them | |
| I got just the thing to deal with them | |
| Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed | |
| Push a s whole head back, so I snatched that | |
| So quick spread out and play the layout | |
| Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Yo what' s the matter mami, you scared or something? | |
| Mami | |
| I' m a little worried baby | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Yo, don' t be worried about nothing, alright | |
| Everything is gonna be alright | |
| Mami | |
| OK | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money | |
| You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever | |
| And we gonna get out of there, alright? | |
| Mami | |
| Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Alright, grab that bag money | |
| Mami | |
| Let' s do this, baby | |
| Kool G. Rap | |
| After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and | |
| Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons | |
| Brung the clamp, ready to shoot t up at random | |
| Five hundred grand is buried in the sand | |
| We planning, up in the cribo with big windows, I' m counting the dough | |
| She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls | |
| I saw the keys, I grabbed the G' s, we on and took those | |
| t was sitting on some chrome momo' s | |
| Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O | |
| Told the chick, yo you moving to slow | |
| Speed it up baby, we got to go | |
| And get this plane and hit the Caymans | |
| With the payment, somebody came in | |
| A platoon of goons with heaters aiming | |
| I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and | |
| Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying | |
| But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and | |
| Put the heater to the chicks brain and | |
| I let my two guns drop, they got the drop | |
| They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht | |
| The chick' s man was there with a sixteen shot | |
| was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot | |
| Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish | |
| Thinking he' s out to take advantage | |
| So we' re out in the Atlantic | |
| With no lifesavers and stranded | |
| Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore | |
| Said, " amor you won' t be pretty no more" | |
| Took us on a tour, down in the deck | |
| Guess he wasn' t ready to kill us yet | |
| Saw this there, holding the Tec | |
| Ready to wet, I' m started to sweat, a s stressed | |
| We up beside a horrible mess | |
| I saw a box with the letters on it S. O. S | |
| So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest | |
| Took the Tec from out his hand, now I' m ready to bless | |
| The madness, put the rest of them s to rest | |
| Looked around, the chick' s man was the only one left | |
| Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath | |
| Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck | |
| Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast | |
| Held her in my arms till her soul finally left | |
| I' m mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death | |
| A real thug lost the only women he loved | |
| And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above | |
| Word |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six | |
| Living some bloodshed, her man is pu ng bricks | |
| Crib way out in the sticks, they house looking slick | |
| It' s like some t straight out of a Hollywood flick | |
| Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks | |
| Honey was thick, I was the first to kick | |
| Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split | |
| I couldn' t quit, trying to peep out the privates | |
| The live t, you know how loose I get | |
| I' m scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit | |
| Plump cherry lips, medium , eyes her baby hair chick | |
| The type you want to pair with, have an affair with | |
| We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip | |
| Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip | |
| Probably had to get with her man and t | |
| Later on at night, I' m stressing love at first sight | |
| Some ain' t right, I ain' t the type of cat like me | |
| to be dealing with mad feelings | |
| And even though mami was mad appealing | |
| Body revealing and big wheeling | |
| This t is illin, I don' t like it | |
| it, I can' t fight it | |
| I reaching for the cordless to call Miss | |
| I insist to get with this | |
| Tan Tone answer the phone, " Hello, who this?" chick | |
| " It' s me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" | |
| " Fine and how you doing boo" chick | |
| " Ain' t nothing new but you, angel, yo why don' t you swing through | |
| " we could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" | |
| About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo | |
| We link, push in the six circle circle drink | |
| To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks | |
| More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint | |
| Went for a drink nbsp? Hot shots | |
| Would wanna spend those five digit o' s, on bimbo' s | |
| Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove | |
| My eyes closed her dozed, when I awoke | |
| Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos | |
| Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove | |
| She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe | |
| Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes | |
| Took me into the master suite, t was sweet | |
| Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets | |
| As I was speaking to this half black latin freak | |
| Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat on the cheeks | |
| I was getting open, started laughing and joking | |
| We smoking, stroking, the shorty' s spoke and | |
| Said what the deal is, the realness | |
| My man is crazy as Bruce Willis | |
| If he catches us, he' ll try to kill us | |
| He got a whole army of Kiiers | |
| Me no worry, I got the clapper son | |
| End of the first verse, chapter one | |
| Word | |
| t is real in the field | |
| Thug love story | |
| G. Luciano | |
| So here I am | |
| Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos | |
| With this chick I don' t even really know | |
| Steady stressing me how ill her man is | |
| So what I go and do, hehheh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway | |
| Straight twisting mami' s back out | |
| Hit three o' clock, fell right the to sleep | |
| Clothes still on, breath smelling like Henrock | |
| Totally no kind of regards for this ' s man | |
| I guess it' s just another one of those G Rap adventures | |
| Kool G. Rap | |
| The next day about a quarter to eight | |
| I heard a squeek on the staircase | |
| Got the gat from under the pillow case | |
| Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken | |
| Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen | |
| I' m waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking | |
| The home invasion, right through the door, he started blazing | |
| Bullets was grazing, t was crazy and | |
| I had to think to fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash | |
| Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass | |
| Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee | |
| With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony | |
| t was thick, couldn' t get to the six, they loaded the fifth | |
| Saw the snowmobile yo it | |
| We start jumped it, get on top of the t and peeled | |
| Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel | |
| The raw deal, kill or be killed, t is real | |
| Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill | |
| In zero degrees, s on skis, me and these Gees | |
| Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these | |
| Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped | |
| The other six started to pop, I feel something hot | |
| I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped | |
| Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick | |
| She on my back tighter than t, like vise grips | |
| I started clapping, s rolled up in blowing black and | |
| Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in | |
| Mash the gas, make the wheel spin | |
| The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten | |
| Shorty vering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat | |
| Pulled over the Jeep get it in | |
| And took a rest stop at the river bend | |
| We living, we made it the out, mad slugs delivering | |
| Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom | |
| Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound | |
| Put on some tunes, she blew my t like a balloon | |
| Up in the moonlit room, and ing her womb | |
| Hitting full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda | |
| She rode the like a honda | |
| I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda | |
| She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm | |
| My glistened, her lips hit' em, I shot | |
| Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism | |
| I thought about the realism | |
| s coming and bring they steel with them | |
| I got just the thing to deal with them | |
| Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed | |
| Push a s whole head back, so I snatched that | |
| So quick spread out and play the layout | |
| Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Yo what' s the matter mami, you scared or something? | |
| Mami | |
| I' m a little worried baby | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Yo, don' t be worried about nothing, alright | |
| Everything is gonna be alright | |
| Mami | |
| OK | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money | |
| You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever | |
| And we gonna get out of there, alright? | |
| Mami | |
| Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito | |
| G. Luciano | |
| Alright, grab that bag money | |
| Mami | |
| Let' s do this, baby | |
| Kool G. Rap | |
| After three whole days of lamping, we broke camp and | |
| Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons | |
| Brung the clamp, ready to shoot t up at random | |
| Five hundred grand is buried in the sand | |
| We planning, up in the cribo with big windows, I' m counting the dough | |
| She packing her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls | |
| I saw the keys, I grabbed the G' s, we on and took those | |
| t was sitting on some chrome momo' s | |
| Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O | |
| Told the chick, yo you moving to slow | |
| Speed it up baby, we got to go | |
| And get this plane and hit the Caymans | |
| With the payment, somebody came in | |
| A platoon of goons with heaters aiming | |
| I drew the Mac 10 and started flaming, they did the same and | |
| Slugs spraying and blood raining, I left about seven thugs laying | |
| But this one cat was gaining, he grab the dame and | |
| Put the heater to the chicks brain and | |
| I let my two guns drop, they got the drop | |
| They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht | |
| The chick' s man was there with a sixteen shot | |
| was hot, took the glock and hit me dead in my knot | |
| Honey started to panic and yelling that money in spanish | |
| Thinking he' s out to take advantage | |
| So we' re out in the Atlantic | |
| With no lifesavers and stranded | |
| Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore | |
| Said, " amor you won' t be pretty no more" | |
| Took us on a tour, down in the deck | |
| Guess he wasn' t ready to kill us yet | |
| Saw this there, holding the Tec | |
| Ready to wet, I' m started to sweat, a s stressed | |
| We up beside a horrible mess | |
| I saw a box with the letters on it S. O. S | |
| So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest | |
| Took the Tec from out his hand, now I' m ready to bless | |
| The madness, put the rest of them s to rest | |
| Looked around, the chick' s man was the only one left | |
| Threw his ass over board and told him hold your breath | |
| Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck | |
| Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast | |
| Held her in my arms till her soul finally left | |
| I' m mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death | |
| A real thug lost the only women he loved | |
| And I bugged, busting slugs at the stars above | |
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