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Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool Former, Dopefiend now a pimp, damn He's a, Black Gangster, Inner City Phat prankster, must a pretty good one But little do he he on a, Death List, and shit This'll be, Kenyatta's Escape, Last Hit Partners, he and Ken' was Till one day they spark traum up and got a buzz Said he Kenyatta had phoned his wife So, he shot him over rumor, tried to take his life Promised Kenyatta would, Never Die So he went home, and shot his while she was on the phone Shot her in the head and then she lay jeted in his, Eldorado Red Kenyatta die he would, Cry Revenge Wouldn't stop he saw the pimp's dead end Pimp went to whore to see his, Street Players all the doe cause yo that's what the game is Pimps called, Swamp Man, cause he's a Munster Violent in the ever since he was a youngster See you was a, Whoreson, son of a And from this the violent scars we wore Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was While what he gotta tryin to make the most And for two shootins, he never got caught man ended up in the new house he bought Ken' found out the quickness where he lived the address then went up the crib Ooze and vest he ain't Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that to the test Six later Ken' 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 except a six of Heiniken beers Steps out the bushes, the he pushes Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad blood him with lead, puts the last in his head Then slides, Man, lay dead Runs up a few there go the cops They must have 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 and bends down to kneel She been shot before yo he know how it He his gun, and with it the beef Now a, White Justice Black Mans Grief