Crime Saga-Shabazz The Disciple

[intro] Yo it's that choco sh*t esta loco sh*t Straight up Carlo's best sh*t Niggas wear vests sh*t hey yo It's a Red Hook crime saga The names was changed to protect the guilty [1st verse] Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city Sittin pretty pimpin the act and kept a stack on him Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas And strippin em, make em walk around the projects butt-naked Ni**a remind me of the goodfellas But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous They made a deal and got him bagged, sh*t was foul They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn't lose the trial Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him And now they livin the fast life and he's hittin that a** right And gotta look to the glass pipe Chorus The game never change only the players Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers Victims of the system stripped mentally Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty [2nd verse] Six months without a visit now he's gettin worried He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary Been down without, came home and still wanted that ni**a dead Got on the scene and put rewards out on a ni**a head Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state Cause he's out on parole and his P.O.'s dyin to violate His world is narrow, he's peril cause he's gonna run Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun One in the pipe ready to spank somethin Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin See now he's gettin major money Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply Shorty was slippin and his a** was about to die Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt Now they schemin to put his ten percent a** in the dirt Chorus [3rd verse] He worked his way up from grime And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment He got plugged and now he's jugglin bricks and movin weight And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state Faked his death and ducked the feds But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his f**kin head One night she plugged him to a pick up She's supposed to pick a brick up She led him right into a f**kin stick up His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in He knew that death was on his a** with adversaries and foes again A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho He was asleep, that ni**a in the back seat packed a pistol He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, f**k the snake basket Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead Angel of death was waitin by his bedside He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories F**kin with that dirty game death is always the penalty Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn YouknowI'msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steve-o They all was shot in the head Chorus