Loosifa

What y'all know about them wild niggas Devil child niggas have you kick the bucket Say, "Fuck it!" And smile niggas The type to catch the Buddha buzz Slide up to the fuzz Sayin', "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body" I knew this nigga Smokey Sorta like his pistol barrel when you're in peril And shit like that was wanted But later that would die down sorta like many abandoned That he ran with his block felt sorta haunted His only solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded He needed a job and the robbin' wouldn't do it He wasn't tryin' to go out like Diquan in 'Strapped' Her mother was a nurse, her purse was chubby From the hospital she found Smokey some work and shit was lovely With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocket tapped He's workin' in maternity and learnin' Seein' much about the infant children To be skilled in fatherhood Stealin' baby stuff home for self And he didn't have to pull the mac-20 off the shelf and get Loose if a brotha can't take no more Loose if a brotha can't swing it Loose if a brotha can't break once more Loose if a brotha In maternity, Smokey saw stuff, raw stuff Make you drop your jaw stuff, hospitals get sorta wild He saw some babies shakin', awakin' if they were fortunate His soul was scorchin', it would have thinkin' of his child Later there would be no, "Honey, I'm home," Strictly, "Woman if you jeopardize my seed, dead up I leave you wet up" On the block, a flock of zombies entranced By the peddlers of temporary ghetto, heaven had him fed up His job was gettin' hard to fuck with They had even had him stuck with The disposal of the stillborn poisoned by the nourishment The ill torn soul from flesh from the womb to tomb Seein' shit like that'll have you crazy That night he had a dream And it was a child nursin' upon the semen of the glass genetalia Clouded nut after clouded nut He woke and shouted, "What the fuck is goin' on?" Smokey was swayze, it's time to get Loose if a brotha can't take no more Loose if a brotha can't swing it Loose if a brotha can't break once more Loose if a brotha He figured there was only one way As he rushed the runway lookin' wild, deranged This was common, without any qualm inside he was tookin' Lookin' at fiends of the pebble adored praised Devil for lord raised from the crystallized tombs Through fumes from the floor Blazed the sole sacrificial altar He chose now to halt the worship dealin' that ultimate headrush The lead crushed, buyer or seller decoratin' hell a flame With the choir of the firearms to blame In the mornin' by the time the smoke cleared Everybody seen the massacre, the local folk cheered "Oh, thank the Lord Almighty," the pharmacy was out of business On the L.A. chubby widow cries alone because her man had gotten Loose if a brotha can't take no more Loose if a brotha can't swing it Loose if a brotha can't break once more Loose if a brotha Loose if a brotha can't take no more Loose if a brotha can't swing it Loose if a brotha can't break once more Loose if a brotha