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Kid Capri - News Story lyrics
Yeahhh.. mmhmm I don't know what's goin on Everybody tryin to flip All they need to do is do the right thing Put it where it's supposed to be News story.. open to the media Crime bosses do or die or either ya live like a convict on the rock You get SHANKED battered and brusied you get dropped in the bang just livin like a savage And at the same time your body's damaged Made a move on a brother from the Boogie Down Bronx He was a bully, that beat up punks in the cells, and caught a couple of the C.O.'s Snatched a brother by his neck and knocked him down and broke his nose Here's the bumrush - twenty at a time Started somethin new just when the brother dropped dimes Huh, this is a brother who's a drug kingpin Made millions and millions, again and again Used to, stitch a snitch just to get him switched But the brother didn't know, that snitches get stitches Had a Jah had a Benz had.. plenty of friends Had.. fifties and hundreds stacks of twenties and tens He was evicted, mother probably did time long style Had her workin with the chain gang in the coal mine Did the bid came out, but the brother was broke Had connects so the brother started sellin some coke And vials of cracks he sold it, to all the new jacks He sold, buddha and stuff, meth sloopies and smacks He wore Polo and Guess, dressed the part and the style Whole teeth were clean, every time he would smile He had a.. girl named Josie was a beautiful chick Ended up bein a girl in a, porno flick Tis the season to be skeezin, the girl made me sick Wanted to kick a little flavor so the flavor was kicked She's a girl from around the way that likes to play Spendin his dough, eatin out every day Wearin jewels expensive clothes so on and so on And my man didn't know that the girl was a hoein Now she got a little pot I guess she's goin for self Tryin to make brothers lick her, below the belt Takin trips to Virginia with a key at a time Makin 42 G's at a drop of a dime Now she's thick but what about the brother that put her on? And gave her, jewels and furs and treated her like a Don She forgot all about him, so now he's mad He got a thirty-two clip and when he find her she's had But that's the life of the fast lane There you just might gain A house and cash, and either jail or chump change I've seen it before, my buddies went through it all And because of that, I don't see em anymore Twenty-five to life, doin crazy hard time And in the jails, what's yours is mine Huh, and as I say I need a moment of silence The almight Kid Capri says.. stop the violence Stop the violence All you gotta do is put it in effect Put yourself where you're supposed to be Teach others, save the children And all that Big shout.. to the Trooper Love Crew Rest In Peace, to my main man, Chuck G Pop Duke This is the Kid Capri, and the Lords of Funk And we outta here... see-ya |
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