25 ta Life
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It was a hot summer day, I was dying from the heat
Walking up 118th Street
Although I'm hot like stew
In the back of my mind it was a bottle of brew
Now an ice cold bottle would just quench my thirst
Or get some boom from the dreads, whichever one comes first
Now is it brew (yeah) or is it boom (yeah)
So I lit up the boom and now may I presume (yeah)
Now about 3 o'clock I had to meet my crew
I looked at my watch and then I noticed it was half past two
I saw these two honeys walking down the avenue
And one of them said "All I think about is having you"
Now in my mind I realized I coulda took her, coulda took her
But Nice is not the one to treat the ladies like a hooker
Don't mean to diss, but it's not on my list
So I gave her a kiss and said "Um, goodbye, miss"
From the streets I heard a horn beep
It was a crew four-deep in a dark blue Jeep
I heard 'em speak, he said "My ride is phat
So why you sweating D-Nice, baby, he ain't all that"
Now first things first, why all the rude behavior?
You shoulda been taught how to respect this flavor
He jumped out the Jeep like "Yo, what up, chief"
But I don't eat pork, so I guess he wanted beef
I realized I was on my own
I didn't proceed to make a move until a blow was thrown
He swung but missed, I caught him with a fist
Although I wish it didn't have to come to this
I started breaking him down with the speed, had him astounded
The right caught his jaw and it sounded
Like boom-boom-bap, boom-bam
He had no idea that D was nice with his hands
He stepped back, so I thought he was through
But right about now up steps his crew
We all threw down and went round for round
I'm giving it all I had to give until I fell face down
They proceeded to stomp, but in all of the madness
Somehow, someway I was damn sure glad
This person slid me a pistol from behind
Not the weasel, pop-pop-pop goes the nine
So if you're wondering why you ain't heard word of them
I (murdered them, murdered them)
But since I pulled the trigger I guess I have to pay the price
Pushing twenty-five to life
I guess I have to pay the price
I guess I have to pay the price
I guess I have to pay the price
I guess I have to pay the price
Pop goes the nine
Pushing twenty-five to life