Heysus
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I knew this guy from round the way; back in the day had blocks of Ye.
And he used to have the block on lock; but now that boy jus smokin rocks.
Lets jus call him Jacky Johnny; he'd do anything for money.
Paint yo house a couple hunnin; cut yo grass on every Sunday.
Johnny jus got fronted somethin had no plans on payin up; young boy talk bout K'in up; re--up short aint weighin up.
5, 000 (??) Johnny brain on the curb; this shit here to much for words; used to have a hundred birds;
Now he in the bushes, flies on em stankin like a turd.
Im not bein funny, lost his life for such a little work; So if you think of sellin dope, you jus might need go to work;
Or you could end up jus like Johnny, top pushed back like a Vert;
I used to like this girl, Antiqua; but she never speak to me;
Whole partment was tryna freak 'er; you should see her recently.
Used to transport pounds of refer back from Texas twice a week; police pulled her over, she been locked up since 2003.
She coulda been a supermodel, looked like a celebrity; she had so much integrity, but moved so unalterably.
80 pounds of celery; plug screamin dont tell on me.
Take the charge i take care of you; yo boy, yo books, and lawyer too.
'Tiqua thinkin what to do; what would you do if it was you?
Folks keep puttin that pressure on her, told em everything she knew;
Plug went to her sister house, asked big sister was she coo;
Pistol whipped 'er black and blue; beat her, got convicted too.