Yo This joint here Is To the infamous, great Donald life, C, R, U, Cru representaion
Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Former, Dopefiend now a pimp, fool He's a, Black Gangster, Inner Hoodlum Phat prankster, must admit a good 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 they that traum up and got a buzz he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife So, he shot him over this rumor, to take his life Kenyatta would, Never Die Alone So he home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone Shot her in the head and then she lay Pimp 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, Street Collect all the doe yo that's what the game is Pimps called, Man, cause he's like a Munster Violent in the street ever he was a youngster See you was a, Whoreson, son of a And this the violent mental scars we wore Forgot about thought Kenyatta was ghost While doin he gotta tryin to make the most And for two shootins, he never got caught Smart man ended up in the new house he found out with the quickness where he lived Written the address then went up the and vest he ain't fest Sprayed his rest, is best to put that pimp to the test Six months later Ken' was Instead of an ooze this time he had a in his backpack Yawnin, in the wee of the mornin Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at There he is, appears Nuthin in his except a six pack of Heiniken beers out the bushes, the trigger he pushes Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad blood him with lead, puts the last in his head Then slides, Man, lay dead up a few blocks there go the cops They must have the RAT A TAT pops of the shots His mind's wonderin what he should up or say, Fuck It!, and spray the cops too Stops in his and bends down to kneel She been shot before yo he know how it He drops his gun, and it the beef Now a, White Justice Black Mans Grief