About they never talked about the guns or the drugs

'Till I saw the guns and the drugs

There is tons in the hood

I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life

Watchin' "Scarface" thinkin' that was a life

Slingin' dope or coke, respect, money and power

But what happen when things start to go sour

Everybody wanna see more cash

But ego's clashin', that's when egos crash

See the two of them started when they was in dimes

Graduated, now they movin' bricks at a time

Down to do whatever even wet up cops

Tryin' to build an empire so they shut up shop

They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down

A buster went from Philly straight to China town

Now there is dough poorin' heads thinkin' it's the same

All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain

He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo

Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo

But that was a no no

You know the code of the streets; everybody gotta eat

And that's how shit in the hood be

Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be

For the next three months Bolo is nowhere to be found

They say 'cause of the beef that's why he left town

And everybody knows why they don't get along

He's a greedy bastard - stole half a meal from Fom

Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly

You play with his money now he's violent and ready

They was partners - betrayed by his own man

So he really gotta take actions into his own hands

Father forgive me for the sins I commit

But when I see that thief again, that's it





The good, the bad, things can get ugly

Every hustler over this money thinkin' what it should be

Never know who, when, where, what could be

If you still alive then you'll probably understood me





Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment

Bolo's going through it, baby mama through it

All that dumb shit he be puttin' her though

Disappear for three months plus he hittin' her too

Now she got her bags pack then she ready to bounce

Didn't leave a thing - not even the keys to the house

Let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all

Went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall

He's back for his jewels, that in the cash

Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his stash

Get his money right then he leavin' again

Off to find a new life and start breathin' again

So the deal was made and the buyers agreed

And exchanged - they bring what the suppliers would need

Pick a spot in China Town uncle Lenny used to own

Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known

Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky

Wanted the whole cake - somethin' smell fishy

Back in the kitchen the money was waitin'

Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan

Dress in all back with gats - this ain't part of the deal

Had a me set a mouth for the kill

Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here

Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years

Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they miss him

But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed 'em

Grab the suitcase threw a table at the goons

Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon

The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride

Cut up from the glass but he made it alive

Now he's back at the crib frankly they say at least

He was just being chased by thugs and the police

Countin' his dough sittin' on the couch' in

Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch' in

Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn't then

So he paid his baby ma' 50 Gs' to let him in

Damn