K-Rino

K-Rino - Tied In lyrics

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Money, hoes, cars, clothes...

Livin' in the Park that's the way shit goes...


Yo, this brotha was a perpetrator pitty crime-ass trick

Hangin' with the click but ridin' much dick

Quick to get kicked in the face over jack

So he left the pack to try to sell his own crack

Started in the hood, made a couple of gees

That's when the true soldiers came and put shit on freeze

Cashed out the minute that he pedalled his last rock

Made one more simp in that spot got his ass dropped

So he thought: "No, this ain't gonna work!"

Got his nuts outta dirt, then he called his brotha Bert

Bert had the hook-up's, the bank, the guns and a clip

The hoes, the grip and fiends on his tip

In my oppination the high cap of blosing

When he walks trough the door and locks when you closing

But that's coinciding with slangin' and ridin'

It was dope that was guide in a life he was tied in

Kick...


Money, hoes, cars, clothes...

Livin' in the Park that's the way shit goes...


Yo, my boy was king, now the game was clear

Made more money in a week than ya make in a year

Fear was no factor: ain't nobody gonna hit ya

When ya walking with thirty more mothafuckas with ya

Knocking out brothas in a club parking lot

Many freaks got slapped and many perpetrators got shot

He had the game down packed, so cold in his mind

That Bert let him run the show time to time

And that's when the boy got lazy

Too much power got his ass go crazy

Bert went out of town just to make one drop

But hoping he meet a cop or boy set up a new shop

And that shit was wack life

Bank they made, he got paid but took his cut like a jack knife

Two grand a day he was hiding

His life's suiciding, a life he was tied in

Kick...


Money, hoes, cars, clothes...

Livin' in the Park that's the way shit goes...


Yeah, he's making all the dough

And top of all that he was fucking Bert's main hoe

So when he came back he was pissed

And a crew wrote a new kid's name on a deathlist

His scared face provoked threath

He was the only mothafucka in a room to broke a sweat

No ass kissing, no reminizing

Just explain how the fuck seventeen grand was missing?

Grabbed his gun and tried to pull it out

Slick ass trick he was boning that night, she took his bullets out

Klik, klik, they shot him up, bucked him up

To make a long story short, man: they fucked him up

Strapped his ass behind a Mack truck

To make it worse, they hit reverse and go back up

Over his chest, in a blood was what he layed in

His stupid ass died in a life he was tied in

Kick...


Money, hoes, cars, clothes...

Livin' in the Park that's the way shit goes...
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