Once upon the time on the east side, there where 9 homies that where down to hood ride,1 of the homies was a bit soft, but the other homies where straight up nuts.
Thinking all they depent on the other, nothing but homeboys but more like brothers.
One day they decided to do a lik, but something went wrong the police had got a tip.
One time showed up and its ''boy 4 o show'' the party was over and it was time to go, and it all ended in gun play, the soft homie get caught but other 8 got a way.
Now this is where the problem begins if the homeboy snitch we all goining to the penn, but if he do he gona sleep with the fishes, cuz snitches lie in ditches.
Check it out for those that know me.
Ya wonder why I always play low key.
I know I got people and fans that like me.
But all the noise and attention don't excite me
So I just lounge and play the D.L, in the crib with just me and a female.
And when I'm on the scene I get feedback.
People runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin, cuz I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin.
Cuz their not equal to me.
I got places to go, money to make and people to see.
And ya talk about unity, but when I turn my back you talkin about what ya wanna do to me.
Yeah, you should keep riffin and I will sent ya home with ya muthafuckin teeth missin.
Say you got a dope group from the hood.
Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good.
You take em to a label, now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit.
Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit.
The shit's way off course.
It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his focking horse.
I’ve been examined ever since I was seamen.
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon.
At birth, the nurses surrounded my with needles and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil.
And now the cause of death is unknown to the cops, cuz when I kill em, I’m not leavin one element to autopse.
First I’ll assasinate them, them I’ll cremate them, and take all there fucking ashes and then vaporate them.
Now I'm a rather ruthless danger kinda fellow, born and raised in the muthafuckin ghetto.
It's fame I want and ya know I will get some, but I won't forget where I came from.
Peelin caps is what I do for a living, multiple gunshots wounds is what I'm giving.
The suckers who get punked up like a godamned ballon that is when my Gat goes BOOM
I got a ho from the East, a ho from the West, a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest.
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South, a ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth.
I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none, a bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun.
I got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass, a bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass.
I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new, a bitch who love velvet in the colors blue.
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built, a bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk.
I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't, a bitch who can sing, a bitch who cain't, a bitch who loves fuckin on a airplane... I even got a bitch off Soul Train.
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz... Long ends.
I got a bitch who's broke as a bum... But she's the most fun.
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't, bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't.
I got A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall, a bitch who burns my pager with priority calls.
I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow, a bitch that's a virgin, and a bitch that's a ho.
I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot, a bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock.
I got a bitch that runs, a bitch that walks, a bitch that yells, a bitch who talks.
I got a bitch that's dirty, a bitch that's neat, a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet.
And I love 'em all, I love em crazily and they love me back that's why they stay with me.
So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.
She was a swinger, talkin bout high post she was the most.
Knew she was fine, dope fly, she didn't have to try.
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club.
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge.
She moved through the crowd in a straight line, the closer she got mad thoughts ran through my mind.
Yo what would I say, yo how would I chill? my mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill.
She stepped in the light she was dynamite, her eyes said "I wanna be with you all night
I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul, make your body warm and cold.
Do everything sexually you ever heard"
And she hadn't said a single word.. I said, "Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?"
But my eyes said the same things too
I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips.. followed it with a kiss.
She said "I want you bad" and she moved in next to me, this woman spelled out ecstacy.
She had a 500 S-E-L airtight, cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white.
As we walked to the car I couldn't help but recognize, her small waist and sexy thighs.
As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight, she came up behind me and squeezed me real tight.
My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam.. what about my girl who's at sleep at home?
But before I could lock in on that thought, she broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought.
She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit and said in my ear "Want you to have it"
Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground, my mind was totally blown by now.
She gazed at me nude in the moonlight, pumps still on, her body was firm and tight.
I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised, right before my eyes
And all I could say to myself was, "Damn.."
The night the shit hit the fan.
