Shabazz The Disciple - A Brooklyn Tale lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] T.H.U.G. Angelz A Brooklyn tale, you know? This goes out to all the families out there Lost somebody to the drug game Half of the hood fell victim to crack and AIDS, man We had to follow? The father was a cokehead [Shabazz the Disciple] Cap daddy was a who*e martyr, seduced one of the street walkers Spoiled her with material things, a street talker Old school, one ninety j**els and British Walkers A ghetto prince, hood corporate project, apartment office Had her laying up in luxury suites, bragging and sniffing They had two kids, both babies born with addiction Connect brought 'em in on a big investment Had tears of that brown sh**, that direct from the gold depression Plague of addiction, increase profit, margin of sales China white, took it in scales For six months, the feds was filming his deals For direct sales, he was hell without a bail Padlock the condo, in the Honda, kick the door off the hinges All the distress, and wifey sharing syrenges Now she got them dilated pupils and the glossy iris He got natural life, he got trapped with the virus And had son be in the White House, nodding off the bundles he clipped Burning the spoon he had an elephant fists With shooting galleries, they found him O.D.'d in the alley All of the wagers of his sins were tallied They got hauled off in the black Caddy wagon The h**ne hurricane had them both chasing the dragon She buy they worldly riches, they were consumed Now pops gotta try to raise his daughter from the visiting room He had a vision, of walking streets paved with gold For that bank roll, he gave his soul In the end all he had to show for it was life with no parole As the BK Tale unfolds, cuz it's the power of the streets [Interlude: Hell Razah] She had to watch her brother on dope She couldn't believe what he was doing in the bathroom He told her don't worry about it And then he died on her [Hell Razah] She was born on h**ne, since a baby within Minnie Riperton records would spin She fell in love with the older men, the money they spent By the time she was ten, starting using the gin Been seduced by a pimp who was never her friend One ride on it's white horse, it's in the syrenge And you would never ever have no more worries again He tapped her arm for the vein then he pinched her skin She blacked out, woke up, in the back of a crackhouse A down south runaway slave, was under the age Her mother and her brother both turned in they grave Wrote letters to her father who was up in the cage He was sentenced to life til the end of his days But the page kept turning, end in nothing but pain And the more he kept reading, he was feeling ashamed How the money and the fame just drove 'em insane But he left down a legacy over some Hennessey Now his daughter's on ecstasy, end of her pregnancy She was raised as a sinner, and d**h is the penalty So he told her, he promised to seek some therapy Cuz it's the power of the streets [Outro: Hell Razah] They got him in the prison He can't get out though And the Brooklyn Tale continue