Yo This joint right Is To the infamous, late Donald Word life, C, R, U, Cru
Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Former, now a pimp, damn fool He's a, Gangster, Inner City Hoodlum Phat prankster, must admit a good one But little do he know he on a, Death List, and This'll be, Kenyatta's Escape, Kenyatta's Hit Crime Partners, he and was Till one day they spark that up and got a buzz Said he heard Kenyatta had 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 Pimp in his, Eldorado Red Kenyatta die he would, Cry Revenge Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's end Pimp went to whore house to see his, Players Collect all the doe yo that's what the game is Pimps called, Man, cause 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 about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost While doin what he gotta tryin to the most And for those two shootins, he never got Smart man ended up in the new he bought Ken' found out with the quickness he lived Written the address went up the crib and vest he ain't fest Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that to the test Six months later was back Instead of an ooze this he had a mack in his backpack Yawnin, in the wee of the mornin Pimps' known to leave his at dawnin 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 Fills him with lead, the last in his head Then slides, Swamp Man, lay up a few blocks there go the cops They must have heard the RAT A TAT pops of the His mind's wonderin what he should Give up or say, Fuck It!, and the cops too Stops in his tracks and bends to kneel She been shot before yo he how it feels He drops his gun, and it the beef Now a, White Mans Black Mans Grief