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The coke dealer, go-rilla, Mega flow iller

Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up

The fo fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga (Haha)

And I prey on a +Jungle+ like a boa constrictor

cormega-let it go.

 


I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

His primary concern, was making a million

Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams

A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend

She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober

Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

He started hanging out selling bags in the projects

Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

He was fascinated by material objects

But he understood money never bought respect

He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal

But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal

So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

You see me and niggas like this have never been equal

I don't project my insecurities at other people

He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential

The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental

Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

You probably only did a month for minor offences

Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block

But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do

He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

Starting fights over little shit, up on the block

Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

Working overtime for making money for the crack spot

Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

Tired of the block niggas treating him the same

He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love

They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs

Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club

But only a real thug can stab someone till they die

Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

And they wanted to test him, before business started

Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

So now he had a choice between going back to his life

Or making money with made men, up in the cife

His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone

Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

And so they quietly got out the car and followed her

Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair

And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed

So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

And then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two

They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead

And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice

And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder

Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

His corruption had successfully changed his fate

And he remembered how his mom used to come home late

Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked

White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

 
Yo, he sits down at his desk just a paper and a pen,

The wheels in his head are turning, he going at it again.

He turns up the volume on his headphones..

To drown out the noise of the place that he calls home.

His mind is racing, but his paper is blank

He doesn’t know where to start, where to drop the ink

No one knows what he’s got in store, what he’s gonna roar

But he’ll have his opponent lying dead on the floor that’s

for sure.

As the pen touches the paper, the creativity flows

As it flows, it grows all the way down to his toes and he

knows

That the cycle has just begun

This is where he needs to take off and run

And spread his wings and fly until the songbird sings

This is where he’s happy, not with material things

Here he’s in his prime, its his time to shine

Whatevers wrong in his life, is now just fine

They say time heals all wounds but not this time

The only cure for it is flow meter and rhyme.

(2 bars rest)

All over the page, he’s writing this and that

It’s a lyrical attack knocking cats flat on they back

The pen and his fingers are one in the same thing

Everything he does now comes natural to him

Influenced by the best, he puts other suckers to rest

Whatever the problem it may be gets put to the test

This lyrical content is the cure for this mess

I address, anybody who doesn’t agree

Im not interested in hearing your religious decree

Because to each his own

And as a name becomes famous the face is unknown

For the face who’s name it is cannot be shown. He’s alone

Sitting by himself at the table

Been like this since he got out the cradle

Depressed at times, invisible lines shine

When he writes the rhyme, one line at a time its divine

Watching him do what he does best

Writing works of art he considers his quest

He’s a genius at work, but to him it isn’t work

So don’t misinterpret the first verse

When he’s sitting there, hands flying everywhere,

Crazy hair, nearly falling out of his chair

not nearly done though.. its one that i wrote.. more a poem of sorts, influenced by this kid i know who is a genius at writing music.
 
Another hearse roll up slow,

Carry one more poor lost soul,

Carry them things every single day

Coz it makes him feel safe

Coz he carry on them ways, screw face

Love the game-reppin� his estate,

Talk tough look straight in his face,

Carrying deep pain self-hate,

Carry fam, so he carry weight,

It�s logical daddy got carried away,

Not married away, just didn�t stay

Coward carried his son to this fate,



His boys carrying weight in a wooden box

cant stand straight,

They was getting outta the game,

But look fate she don�t wait

Now the woman in the front row, her face

t show no pain,

But her brain went insane on the day the

news came,

Stare into space, face numb,

The boy getting carried, she carried 9

months



Chorus

When this world strip me naked, I turn and

I face it,

And really believe I have the strength to

change it,

I�m crazy, it�s blatant sometimes I get

carried away

When this world strip me naked, I turn and

I face it,

And really believe I have the strength to

change it,

I�m crazy, it�s blatant sometimes I get

carried away

One more body bag getting carried back,

From the war zone where they carry

straps,

Where little kids is attacking tanks coz

they carry no fear of the man,

All they know here is they land

And a hero, gotta make a stand,

So they roll cold with it in their hand,

Let bang on the big bad man,

But this particular soldier never move

colder

Never enrolled to blow no homes up

Felt that life had carried him under

Chose to phone the number

The army gives you training,

Nothing they say could really explain it,

Sign them t papers, enslavement,

Now you�re a tool to carry their hatred,

Rob, steal, strip a nation

All he wanted was qualifications

So he could carry his family places,

Better than those that he was raised in

Never really thought, he�d ever have to go

to war,

Now who�s gonna tell his kids daddy can�t

carry them no more

Chorus
 
From the bed to the bathroom, a voice said "come in"

Gradually now, he starts to remember

Peeped through the shower curtain, like bachelor number three

Pleasantly surprised to see that it was the bartender

And tender was the operative word

She had a body like a cello with legs, I mean, the ass was absurd

Long neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples

Eyes wider than hips, full lips between dimples
 
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