Yo This joint here Is To the infamous, late Donald Word life, C, R, U, Cru
Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool Former, now a pimp, damn fool He's a, Black Gangster, Inner Hoodlum Phat prankster, admit a pretty good one But little do he know he on a, List, and shit This'll be, Escape, Kenyatta's Last Hit Partners, he and Ken' was Till one day they spark that traum up and got a Said he heard Kenyatta had his wife So, he him over this rumor, tried to take his life Promised Kenyatta would, Die Alone So he went home, and his wife while she was on the phone Shot her in the head and she lay dead Pimp in his, Eldorado Red didn't die he would, Cry Revenge Wouldn't stop till he saw the dead end went to whore house to see his, Street Players Collect all the doe cause yo that's the game is Pimps called, Swamp Man, he's like a Munster in the street ever since he was a youngster See you was a, Whoreson, son of a And from this the mental scars we wore Forgot about Kenyatta Kenyatta was ghost While doin what he tryin to make the most And for those two shootins, he got caught Smart man up in the new house he bought found out with the quickness where he lived Written the then went up the crib Ooze and vest he fest Sprayed his rest, is best to put that pimp to the test Six months later was back Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his Yawnin, in the wee hours of the Pimps' known to his whorehouse at dawnin he is, suddenly appears Nuthin in his hand a six pack of Heiniken beers Steps out the bushes, the trigger he Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad gu-shes Fills him with lead, puts the in his head Then slides, Swamp Man, lay Runs up a few blocks go the cops They must heard the RAT A TAT pops of the shots His mind's racin wonderin what he Give up or say, Fuck It!, and spray the too Stops in his tracks and bends down to She shot before yo he know how it feels He drops his gun, and with it the Now a, White Mans Justice Mans Grief