Percee P - Ghetto Rhyme Stories lyrics

Uh This a message going out to all you thugs and gangstas Black males who pack jails You 'ain't gotta go out over crack sales and murder Just act well Peep the message It's gory A story about my man from around the way Who's not around today 'cus I didn't know if you'd hung out with me He'd forget me if he got strung out On the hoe that goes to record parties Every week the type of freak that sneak and sleep with everybody We used to hang and hope we'd see chicks Around this town with that OPP sh** We met two at the club The same night we heat em, we did em because we kick our game right The girl he met? had a lot of sh** She gave him a lot of cash and a lot of a** but got him whipped Driving around in a BM and for weeks I didn't see him Then people would come round sayin' "that chick your boy's f**in' with? that b**h 'a get you gunned down" And tell me her man sells crack A known drug dealer, a thug k**a' who just got out of jail, black! I tried to tell him but he didn't listen I was burnt up.. until he turned up missin' I stayed up till they found his weight up Brotha' struck in by a mother-f**in' Uzi, all laid up Thrown in a ditch Yeah (CHORUS) Over a B.I.T.C.H Hey yo, you know whats the funny sh**? What son? Now honey dip is back on money's tip That chick 'ain't sh** yo My n***a died from the trigger I had it figured from the get go Now somebody gots' ta' go That chick or the cat that matched the hole I'm 'a get me an infrared scope Leavin' him for dead with a bullet in the head For k**in' my man over a female On the DL, it's gonna be hell He won't see jail but see shells falling from my Glock 9, I got mines Tuck and won't give a f**, I'll buck anyone who drops dime Brains will get blown out, Pop! 'cus it feels me that's the way he'll be goin' out I'm 'a ride until I commit this homicide, then I'm 'a hide I got the 9 on my hip, gripped, ready to flip on this p**y whipped dick Who tripped over this B.I.T.C.H (CHORUS) Drivin' around with my window down when I spotted him 'shotted him, makin' him go down Gotta get to the bus port, I'm wanted son On the run with a body on the gun that I just bought Caught in arrival by 5-O when I got here Now I rot here behind bars kickin' this crew sh** Sounds crazy but maybe fit the chick that you with So look out for them honeys that nicely built Wanna get laid like a wilt(?), might get you k**ed sonny Word Not the ladies (CHORUS)