Beat: C.R.E.A.M

Day 1:
Wakin up like a normal day for a hustla
Get my gear on, cop my cash - and meet up wit a busta...
He didnt have the cash, but wanted to cop a D off my stash
So I thought fast, asked "you got sumfin I could cop?"
Told me from the top - he had a tight chain-on
But wouldnt hand it over, He didnt know i had a strap-on.
Tried robbin me, I was strugglin, started shovin
I stabbed him in the stomach, called him a "dumb-bitch"
And shot him 2 times, then later slanged 2 nicks and 3 dimes
Went home and slept wit an eye open...

Day 2:
I was still memberin the followin' day
Cats still clip hollowin the same way
They was startin to beef, cuz I bucked a guy on the street
So I told my homie Jose, he was Kingin
I thought back in the days my homie, was blingin
Then looked at him now, a pale peurtorican junkie
He wouldnt hesitate to snup me, from a dump of crack
He was a phene, and I supplied him
So I relied on him...
He fixed my problem, I knew he'd solve-him...
I slanged him a oz for a buck, he stuck then snupped me...

3 Weeks Later:
They released me from the hospital.
I walkd up to Jose, and pieced him, in front of whole-crew
Walked away, checked the stash, man, nigga stole-too
I was missin 10 rocks, my socks, and locks...
Murder was in my mind, teeth began to grind
And i went into a rage, *flips the page*
*Thinks*: Workin at BK for minmum wage, got into hustlin
Started gun touchin, now he tryin to rob me?
Nuh uh, im bout to kill this sorry bitch - for a fee
Walked up to his enemy, and made a deal - I wasnt gon kill fo free
His life was the seal, he bout to feel the pain off a blood stain....
Put a mask-on, loaded the chamber, and put my strap-on
Put my frankfurt in my pocket, walked up point blank
In front of the Cicero and Kedzie Bank, and pulled
Made sure I unloaded, his chest exploaded
I sure showed-him, shout "Rey(king) Killa", and broke..
As I write I start choke on the marijuna smoke...
I couldnt kill without bein sober...
I didnt sleep

2 Months:
Been a few since I wrote,every Deal I do its higher then a C-Note
So im proud of that, bout lotta niggas wnna be see me lay flat
So I hustled a Rock for a gat, and snubbed a baseball bat
Started to clip-hug, and trip-thugs up in there own mess
Stress - cuz i was the best hustla...
Till Kings put S.O.S on me, cuz i droped Jose.. R.I.P, my homie
They had the hit on my name, my fame was runnin'
My sonnin' caught up to me, and looks like I owed the fee
This time I cant run from the enemy, no friends were next-to-mee.
Its strange how I was on the top of it all
And I began to fall, now I lay in the boddom of the casket
They looked for my stash-to-smash-it, then peddle it
But it was deep in Jose's pocket, he kept it...

My only friend I rolled on - Now, they potrol on
And Exploaded on me, Made sure theyd' empty
And im 10 feet - and im never comin out...

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My people skills are way better then yours, nigga..