Yo it's that choco shit  esta loco shit
 Straight up Carlo's best shit
 Niggas wear vests shit  hey yo
 It's a Red Hook crime saga
 The names was changed to protect the guilty

 [1st verse]
 Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy
 But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city
 Sittin pretty  pimpin the act and kept a stack on him
 Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him
 See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him
 His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him
 Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas
 And strippin em, make em walk around the projects butt-naked
 Nigga remind me of the goodfellas
 But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous
 They made a deal and got him bagged, shit was foul
 They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn't lose the trial
 Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him
 His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him
 And now they livin the fast life and he's hittin that ass right
 And gotta look to the glass pipe

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 The game never change only the players
 Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers
 Victims of the system stripped mentally
 Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty

 [2nd verse]
 Six months without a visit now he's gettin worried
 He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary
 Been down without, came home and still wanted that nigga dead
 Got on the scene and put rewards out on a nigga head
 Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state
 Cause he's out on parole and his P.O.'s dyin to violate
 His world is narrow, he's peril cause he's gonna run
 Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun
 One in the pipe ready to spank somethin
 Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin
 See now he's gettin major money
 Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny
 He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply
 Shorty was slippin and his ass was about to die
 Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt
 Now they schemin to put his ten percent ass in the dirt

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 [3rd verse]
 He worked his way up from grime
 And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment
 He got plugged and now he's jugglin bricks and movin weight
 And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state
 Faked his death and ducked the feds
 But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his fuckin head
 One night she plugged him to a pick up
 She's supposed to pick a brick up
 She led him right into a fuckin stick up
 His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in
 He knew that death was on his ass with adversaries and foes again
 A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho
 He was asleep, that nigga in the back seat packed a pistol
 He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back
 Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, fuck the snake basket
 Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled
 Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield
 I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head
 Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead
 Angel of death was waitin by his bedside
 He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye
 Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground
 While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down
 Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories
 Fuckin with that dirty game death is always the penalty

 Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn


 YouknowI'msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steve-o
 They all was shot in the head

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