Yo This right here Is To the infamous, late Goines Word life, C, R, U, Cru
Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool Former, Dopefiend now a pimp, fool a, Black Gangster, Inner City Hoodlum Phat prankster, must admit a pretty one But do he know he on a, Death List, and shit be, Kenyatta's Escape, Kenyatta's Last Hit Crime Partners, he and was Till one day spark that traum up and got a buzz Said he Kenyatta had phoned his wife So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his Kenyatta would, Never Die Alone So he went home, and his wife while she was on the phone Shot her in the head and she lay dead jeted in his, Eldorado Red Kenyatta die he would, Cry Revenge Wouldn't stop till he saw the dead end Pimp went to whore house to see his, Players Collect all the doe cause yo what the game is Pimps called, Swamp Man, he's like a Munster Violent in the street ever since he was a See you was a, Whoreson, son of a And from this the mental scars we wore Forgot about thought Kenyatta was ghost doin what he gotta 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 he ain't fest Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that to the test Six months Ken' was back Instead of an ooze this time he had a in his backpack Yawnin, in the wee of the mornin Pimps' known to his whorehouse at dawnin There he is, suddenly Nuthin in his hand except a six pack of Heiniken Steps out the bushes, the he pushes Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad blood Fills him lead, puts the last in his head Then slides, Swamp Man, lay up a few blocks there go the cops They have heard the RAT A TAT pops of the shots His mind's racin wonderin he should Give up or say, Fuck It!, and the cops too Stops in his tracks and down to kneel She been shot yo he know how it feels He drops his gun, and with it the Now a, White Mans Justice Mans Grief