Face of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticks
 Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth Vader
 Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mean mug
 (But tucked a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)
 He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
 (Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
 Breakdown shakedown, this brother would take a pound
 of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds
 Firearms protectin wads of gorgeous greens
 Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken dreams
 At puberty his liberty was found within a key
 Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be free
 Here's a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's yours?
 There's no key to the door, but there's money on the floor
 (So stoop down) Bend over (hurry pick it up fast)
 But watch out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET FUCKED IN THE ASS
 "A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
 "Do, do, you know dis kid?"
 LONZO!
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 LONZO!
 Knock knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two years later
 Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988
 He's got some fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
 He's got respect and he suspects that it won't end
 A couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair)
 But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's there
 Dying brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residence
 Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead presidents
 Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't speak it but I know it)
 It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit
 We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals
 Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't survive and not be
 ruthless
 (So why be straight, and scratch the bones
 And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the throne
 Cause they don't let, black folks own)
 THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT
 "A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
 "Do, do, you know dis kid?"
 LONZO!
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 LONZO!
 Ahahaha, what was I finished saying?
 (Aww yeah Lonzo's back in the County man)
 Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?
 (Madge says that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
 Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
 Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk junk
 makes you feel like you took a test and flunked
 (But don't get disturbed or perturbed; the teacher's
 on my last nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve)
 Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, predict it
 We got a way to lick it, gave him a book, said, "Here's the ticket"
 (Now he's addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted
 And what distributin that shit did
 I made a quick bid to say, "Don't trip kid
 You never worked for the mob" (You had a government job)
 Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
 (Plus he been out of jail about a year ago last night)
 Now he hangs with us poor revolutionary brothers
 And five-oh, more than ever wants to fuck us
 Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrow
 WE'LL GET MORE POWER FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS
 "A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
 "Do, do, you know dis kid?"
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