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[intro] 
Yo it's that choco shit  esta loco shit 
Straight up Carlo's best shit 
Niggas wear vests shit  hey yo 
It's a Red Hook crime saga 
The names was changed to protect the guilty 

[1st verse] 
Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy 
But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city 
Sittin pretty  pimpin the act and kept a stack on him 
Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him 
See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him 
His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him 
Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas 
And strippin em, make em walk around the projects butt-naked 
Nigga remind me of the goodfellas 
But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous 
They made a deal and got him bagged, shit was foul 
They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn't lose the trial 
Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him 
His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him 
And now they livin the fast life and he's hittin that ass right 
And gotta look to the glass pipe 

Chorus 
The game never change only the players 
Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers 
Victims of the system stripped mentally 
Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty 

[2nd verse] 
Six months without a visit now he's gettin worried 
He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary 
Been down without, came home and still wanted that nigga dead 
Got on the scene and put rewards out on a nigga head 
Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state 
Cause he's out on parole and his P.O.'s dyin to violate 
His world is narrow, he's peril cause he's gonna run 
Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun 
One in the pipe ready to spank somethin 
Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin 
See now he's gettin major money 
Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny 
He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply 
Shorty was slippin and his ass was about to die 
Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt 
Now they schemin to put his ten percent ass in the dirt 

Chorus 

[3rd verse] 
He worked his way up from grime 
And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment 
He got plugged and now he's jugglin bricks and movin weight 
And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state 
Faked his death and ducked the feds 
But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his fuckin head 
One night she plugged him to a pick up 
She's supposed to pick a brick up 
She led him right into a fuckin stick up 
His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in 
He knew that death was on his ass with adversaries and foes again 
A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho 
He was asleep, that nigga in the back seat packed a pistol 
He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back 
Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, fuck the snake basket 
Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled 
Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield 
I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head 
Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead 
Angel of death was waitin by his bedside 
He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye 
Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground 
While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down 
Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories 
Fuckin with that dirty game death is always the penalty 

Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn 
YouknowI'msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steve-o 
They all was shot in the head 

Chorus

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