I vowed to never talk about the guns or the drugs
till I saw the guns and the drugs
theres tons in the hood
I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life
Watchin' 'Scarface' thinkin' that was a life
slangin' dope, or coke, respect, money, and power
but what happens when things start to go sour
everybody wanna see more cash
but ego's clash and that's when egos crash
see the two of them started out with nickels and dimes
graduated now they movin' bricks at a time
down to do whatever even wet up cops
tryin' to build an empire so they set up shop
got themselves a connect, ready to tie it down
a bus that went from Philly straight to Chinatown
now the doughs pourin' in heads aint thinkin the same
all of a sudden theres a weak link in the chain
he's a 6'2 brolic cat nicknamed Bolo
caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo
but that was a no no
you know the code of the streets, everybody gotta eat
and that's just how shit in the hood be
ain't sayin' it's a true story but it could be
for the next three months Bolos nowhere to be found
they say cause of the beef that's why he left town
and everybody knows why they don't get along
he's a greedy bastard stole half a mil from Fong
Fongs the quiet type silent and deadly
you playin with his money now he's violent and ready
they was partners betrayed by his own man
so he feel like he gotta take actions into his own hands
'father forgive me for the sins I commit..
but when I see that thief again.. that's it'
The good the bad things can get ugly
every hustler over this money think what it should be
never know who, when, where, or what could be
If you still alive then you probably understood me
Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment
Bolo's going through it baby mama through with
all that dumb shit he be puttin' her though
disappeared for three months plus he hittin' her too
now she got her bags packed and she ready to bounce
didn't leave a thing not even the keys to the house
let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all
went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall
he's back for his jewels, that and the cash
plus to sell the last few bricks he had in the stash
get his money right then he leavin' again
off to find a new life and start breathin' again
so the deal was made and the buyers agreed
in exchange they'd bring what the suppliers would need
picked a spot in Chinatown Uncle Lenny used to own
dollar bills on the wall respectfully known
Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky
wanted the whole cake somethin' smells fishy
back of the kitchen the money was waitin'
deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan
dressed in all black with gats this ain't part of the deal
enemies set him up for the kill
started lettin' off shots now just a few here
sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years
Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they missed him
but they got so close the bullets damn near kissed 'em
grabbed the suitcase threw a table at the goons
jumped out a shattered window not a moment too soon
the thugs follow and they spray up his ride
cut up from the glass but he made it alive
now he's back at the crib frantic to say at least
cause he was just being chased by thugs and the police
countin' his dough sittin' on the couch then
two shots to the back of the head now he slouchin'
Fong tried to get him at the spot couldn't then
So he paid his baby moms 50 Gs' to let him in, damn
The good the bad things can get ugly
every hustler over this money think what it should be
never know who when where or what could be
If you still alive then you probably understood me
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