By Samuel K. Byrd
We welcomed you with love when you moved in the hood
Showed you how we got down and stayed eatin good
Hipped you to the game and all the we do
And if you needed anything you know we’d come thru
Had a problem with hoes, talk game wasn’t the best
Stepped your game up now pullin hoes off breath
Rockin plaids and corduroys when a first met ya
Now silk, suede, and linen the only thing that touch ya
Proved yourself to the hood on more than one occasion
First out that box no matter what the situation
Every in the hood felt you had they back
Never guessed your would switch out like that
Shoulda seen the coming, shoulda read the signs
Forever on the scene but never did the crimes
Always full of information with no first hand account
And before would go down you would always cut out
Had this you chilled with, but we ain’t trust the hoe
Wondered what the *** you brang herround here fo
Word on the street, her old man doing 5 to 10
And she was ***ing the D.A. before the went in
Some s got suspicious, some didn’t wanna believe
Old Houdini had a trick up his sleeve
And even after the bust still no one wanted to admit it
This turn number 1 witness from co-defendant
Task force busted in and the drama ensued
Not going without a fight, bussin at the boys in blue
Willy took a shot to the arm, Rick one in the chest
We taken nothing but head shot cause they all got vests
Ski masks can’t cancel the blood once it started to flow
s drunk off Grey Goose and adrenaline mixed with drow
After the bullet stop flying and all the rounds was spent
Rookie cop shot my man and claimed it was an accident
Ghetto bird flying, neighbors want to see what’s up
Yard filled with JSO, DEA, and unmarked trucks
Shoved in the van thinking , a goddamn setup
When I see that face, believe he’s getting wet up
On the stand, the turned straight Nino Brown
Making accusations like we the worst s in town
Listening to his testimony started to make me sick
All they got was guns, a few bags, and a couple of bricks
The lawyer that we got cost a bout 20 stacks
But if he can get a off we can make it back
Trafficking and conspiracy, police need a warrant for that
Illegal search and seizure, and that’s the end to that
We dodged a bullet; now see if you can dodge one to
Ya girls gonna need a black dress your mama will too
I loved you , and that’s being real witcha
I bet you never thought I’d be the one sent to kill ya
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