[narrator]

When you deal with the other side, you see things

They warn you, they let you know, about your friends around you

People around your circumstances

One must have belief in order to believe

One must see in order to know

These little things I tell you is what's kept me here

Is what's made it, possible, for me to tell you this story



[Prince Poetry]

Chuck Cheese!  Everybody neighborhood's fuck-up

A wild shorty, touched, heads got stuck up

Under the trestle wrestle with your chains 'til your neck muscle

veins pop out, GIMME, paper cut your bled vessels

So what you real?  He'll test, no question

Always on the ave in plex mode, impressin

baby girl with jewels and his pretty boy complexion

He was makin them lose their minds, packin two-two's

Ready for testin plus prime time

Stickin your ATM, expert, vickin your two-week's work

Jerk settle for lickin ya if any funny moves is made

Known through the PJ's for puttin bodies in graves

All over the tri-state, now why wait, when crime pays

That's what he started sayin from way back in the days

He had plans, to stick up the bully, and his mans

but got caught up with the heat

when jake rolled up in two fifty passenger vans



(Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Get up off me man.

Get up off me. I didn't do nuttin man!

Yo, yo, whassup yo? What's the problem?

What's the problem?)



["thugs bustin slugs..", "shorty's down for his respect"]



[Prince Poetry]

Anyway after puttin in three or three-to-five

you thought Chuck would be happy just to be alive

Now thoughts of cash [?] connections

occupied his mind first, a nigga didn't waste time gettin work

When he seen the scheme gettin less green

Chuck Cheese got grimy, him and about fourteen

was countin paper on the line at Green Acres

and behind them was the shiny link, it's victim, a move-faker

And so they caught him on the way to the car

In the parkin lot a shot was heard from afar (whassup now sup now?)

Money's grazed, shameless, without all of the frontin

Chuck, you know the one with the new link he's now manhuntin

for more, who get ten G's a wop, on the low

from two hot shot spots in Hollis bold G's that stole

Pushin weight, through the [?] Metro, he's contracted

Twenty's a hit on his head, jealousy didn't like the way that he acted

Now Chuck heard the news and got attracted

Ready to bring racket to the wrong full metal jacket

Bold, he got some love on the street, he knows about it

Now a tactic or patient retaliation is routed

He gets outted!



(Yo f'real, this little skillet-head nigga.

Runnin around disrespectin, you know how we get down on Southside.

Word to strength, he gots to go.  I don't care HOW it happens!)



[Rude One]

Yo, the word got back, to my highest of rank

This cat's burnin my ears son, his suicidal tendencies

got me askin about him, the word on the street is

Y'all ALL wanna out him, all present and accounted

There ain't no way around this dilemma, he's stoppin cheddar

Seen the better part of life so yo he keeps a baretta

But all we gotta do is, follow plan A through

to the letter, y'all choose the in and outs on you



[Prince Poetry]

And just two days later Gator and Chuck was creepin up Sufton

Out of the dark called yo Chuck they advanced and started buckin

(What the fuck?) He screamed with no time for duckin, six struck

Rules even apply in these mean streets nigga with no discussion

Ask Chuck!  [BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM]