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Cru - Goines Tale lyrics
[Chadio] Yo, this joint right here is dedicated to the infamous, late great DonaldGoines word life, C-R-U, Cru representaion "Black Girl Lost" her pop is "Daddy Cool" Former "Dopefiend" now a pimp, damn fool He's a "Black Gangster", "Inner City Hoodlum" Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one But little do he know he on a "Death List" and shit This'll be "Kenyatta's Escape", "Kenyatta's Last Hit" "Crime Partners" he and Ken' was Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life Promised Kenyatta would "Never Die Alone" So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone Shot her in the head and then she lay dead Pimp jeted in his "Eldorado Red" Kenyatta didn't die he would "Cry Revenge" Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's dead end Pimp went to whore house to see his "Street Players" Collect all the doe cause yo that's what the game is Pimps called "Swamp Man" cause he's like a Munster Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore And from this the violent mental scars we wore Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost While doin what he gotta tryin to make the most And for those two shootins, he never got caught Smart man ended up in the new house he bought Ken' found out with the quickness where he lived Written the address then went up the crib Ooze and vest he ain't fest Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test Six months later Ken' was back Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin There he is, suddenly appears Nuthin in his hand except a six-pack of Heiniken beers Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes Hits up "Swamp Man" and mad blood gu-shes Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head Then slides, "Swamp Man" lay dead Runs up a few blocks there go the cops They must have heard the RAT-A-TAT-pops of the shots His mind's racin wonderin what he should Give up or say, "Fuck It!", and spray the cops too Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel She been shot before yo he know how it feels He drops his gun, and with it the beef Now a "White Mans Justice Black Mans Grief" |
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