Canibus - Tyrique lyrics

(Intro: Canibus, speaking during chorus) Yeah Tyrique ain't here to tell his story So I'mma tell it for him… (Chorus, Queen sample)(2x) Hey little babe your changing Babe are you feeling sore Ain't no use in pretending Don't wanna play no more (Verse One) Yo, Tyrique got an older brother running the streets 300 large a week he moving so Tyrique hardly speak to him Tyrique got a younger brother Jamal Who got a full scholarship at St. John's to ball His mom named Myrtive, I think that's how it sound when I heard it She was on her way to church late for worship She praying that he quit hustling She say one day Ezekiel 23 verse 2 gonna mean somthing He said, "Aight ma" but it don't mean nothing She know his older brother got him into weed smuggling She out of touch with him, wonder why he touch illegal substances Can't believe he messing with that stuff again I guess it just depends, he putting up the rent Been doing it ever since, she ain't complain back then Way back when, he following his heart not the Lord 'Cause Tyrique changed and he ain't pretending no more (Chorus)(2x) Yo, Tyrique ain't playing, he feeling good, he feeling great He got three safes with nothing but scrilla and mixtapes He push weight from state to state Spit great, eat food on big plates, tip Benjamin big face His shipment's never late to make the deadline dates No fed time, the bottom line is no mistakes Tyrique phone stay ringing He got twenty unconfirmed but known women that he all hitting Major release 'bout to drop, he number one on the charts Street teams on every block, so many features and spots People say he 'bout to supersede Pac Now I know Tyrique hot, but if you ask me, we always gonna need Pac He just anxious for his record to drop The music industry watched as it shot to the top He got the hottest video on The Box Major change, moms and pop show Tyrique love non-stop Chorus:x2 Two o' clock in the morning the horn ring Usually he never answer it, but it was his brother calling He picked up the phone and started talkinh But it wasn't Jamal, it was Detective Hall trying to stalk him He said, "I'm on the corner, Fifth and Carson Sitting on the car garnet, your brother's in the back unconscious" Tyrique said, "Who, Jamal?" Detective said, "Nah try again I'm talking bout your older brother Iverson If you ain't here in ten minutes I'ma ride him in And if you get here, I'm still taking both you guys in" Tyrique ain't know how to react Detective Hall said, "I got you now my friend" and hung up the jack Tyrique stuffed twenty g's in a sack, tucked the gat Drove to Third and Carson, parked and called him back Detective Hall said, "Where you at? Yo time is paper, you waste mine I'ma make you give it back" Tyrique saying to himself, "Man, f** the bullsh** You got a dirty badge b**h, I'ma give you a full clip" But out loud he saying, "Alright man, what you wanna do I'm less than two blocks from you" Tyrique start to feel it was a set-up Detective Hall just wouldn't let up, he pressing his luck Approaching the car with his hand on his firearm Tyrique calm but he wish he had a f**ing firebomb Just like something he wrote in a song before Sweat in his palm, the feelings in his legs was gone His chest was numb, his shirt was red, where he bled They found Tyrique and Jamal both dead One through the heart, second week on the chart, the album peaked Now he platinum in the streets, Tyrique rest in peace Tyrique or Jamal could be me And Tyrique or Jamal could be any up-and-coming emcee (Chorus)(2x) (Outro: Canibus, during chorus) Freaky Tah, Jam Master J, Soldier Slim, B.I.G., Big L, 2Pac, y'all rest in peace... Just like Tyrique