Smokin s**az Wit Logic - Gangsta Story lyrics

He was only 15 and known for the goodies While others sported gucci he sported hoodies And Levis wit a 9 on his side To make for what he lacked in size Already had a spot in organize crime Got his first body at the age of 9 Gloomy expression but his boys called him sunny By 12 sunny was rollin' in money Clockin' G's just for pullin' a trigger His pistol smoked his rep got bigger and bigger Ya see the way sunny was brought up Was the reason that Sunny got caught up In a life for crime but that's another story A different subject a whole different category It's present day and Sunny runs his own spot Only 15 and a got a fat knot Lover the dollar, to him the dollar means glory He doesn't know yet He's just another gansta story Time goes by now Sunny's rockin' j**els and games Runnin' 7 spots he's got the projects hemmed He's gettin' paid but stills Sunny wants more Crack on the corner and weed out bodega store Workers workin' hard While Sunny sits back Livin' cozy and Sunny starts to nap He's very young and livin' what others dream And while he's sleeps his workers start to scheme On a way to get what Sunny has He doesn't realize too busy talkin' all that jazz Of how he's livin' like a star on the big screen If Sunny sleeps too long he won't see 17 `Cause while he troops through his territory His brothers scheme but yo Thats just another gansta story Nighttime falls and now's the time Here's the plan give Sunny a call at 9 Tell him to meet you at the the spot you need to re up And when he rools he's gonna get stuck Call is made and Sunny takes the bait What happen next We'll leave it up to fate One man watches the tube the others clean his gat Counting their chickens before they even Hatch 1 o'clock rolls and there's the knock Only sound ya hear is pistols co*k Before they open the door, the door gets blown Sunny's caught on and didn't come along His posse rushes the house in a blaze of glory A routine scene It's just another gansta story The job is done and two men lie there dead Sunny feels strong his hunger's now been fed He's feeling big and stays to give himself props And while he's in the house somebody call the cops Police roll-- in seconds flat Well awere of where the house was at They used to roll there on a regular basis Upstairs they look on their faces Is hard and cold they know what they're in for Load the guns we're going out the front door One last breath and Sunny pull his 9 Grin on grill and now's the time Can't give up Sunny in it too deep Nobody talks `cause talk is cheap The posse is ready to rush out the door So make room at the city morgue Bodies fall I count about 5 Bullets fly and Sunny's still alive And out of ammo so Sunny tries to run But gets caught in the back by a cop's gun Sunny dies in his territory A sad scene but yo That's just another gansta story