Shabazz The Disciple - Crime Saga lyrics

(Verse One) Yo! Shorty was used to being jiggy But then he fell off and did a bid For spanking this kid up in the city Sitting pretty, pimping an ac and kept a stack on him Pulled over one night and his man stashed cracks on him See he was wanted and his fam started flipping on him His mind was haunted cause allah put a whipping on him Shorty was feared and respected Known for slapping n***az and stripping them Make them walk around the projects but naked n***a remind me of the goodfellas But deep down his snake mans wanted to knock him off Cause they was jealous They made a deal and got him bagged, sh** was foul He copped to manslaughter Cause he knew he would've blew the trial n***az was skeeming all along and got acquitted on him His girl and his man broke in the safe and they sh**ted on him And now they're living the fast life and he's hitting that a** right And got her hooked to the gla** pipe (Chorus - repeat 2X) The game never change, only the players While some inherit castles and thrones Some end up d**h bed layers Victims of the system and stripped mentally Hit with 25 to life or the d**h penalty (Verse Two) 6 months without a visit now he's getting worried Up north scraping and yanking n***az for their commissary Been down for 5, came home and still wanted that n***a dead Got on his feet and put rewards out on that n***a head Running 2 spots, sh** was hot so he fled out of state Cause he's out on parole and his p.o's dying to violate His world is narrow he's paro cause he's on the run Walking in the building With his back against the door holding his gun One in the pipe ready to spank something Cutting grams with his man Holding the blade ready to shank something See now he's getting major money Throwing bricks and the n***az in his clique started acting funny He started sniffing getting high off his own supply Shorty was slipping and his a** was about to die Pimped his workers with high heels and a skirt Now they're scheming to put his 10% a** in the dirt (Chorus) (Verse Three) He worked his way up from grinding And scraping hand to hand on the block And slinging rocks on consignment He got plugged in, now he's juggling bricks and moving weight And bubbling gats and trafficking big 8's out of the state Faked his d**h and ducked the feds But little did he know That his ex had put a price out on his f**ing head One night she plugged him to a pick up He's supposed to pick a brick up She led him right into a f**ing stick up His world was spinning fast, the walls of hell were closing in Angel of d**h was on his a**, his adversaries rose again 100 grand in the trunk to cop the crystal He was sleep, that n***a in the back seat had packed a pistol He put 2 in his kangol and twisted his wig backwards Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, f**ing snake ba*tard! Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled Brains on the dashboard and blood all on the windshield I watched him lay on his d**hbed with a swollen head Waiting for his heart to stop, cause he was brain dead Angel of d**h was waiting by his bed side He jerked his arm the next morning And then a tear ran down his left eye 6 men carried his coffin, put him 6 feet in the ground while I stood, 6 feet over in a black suit looking down Thinking, why was I chose to survive and bear these memories f**ing with that dirty game, d**h is always the penalty!!!! Word! Yo R.I.P. my brother Rah, Bumpy, Junior, Herb Know what I'm saying, just, Jeffrey, my man Stevo They all were shot in the head!! (Chorus)