Trilogy of Error

People underestimate the Real Live

Life I fail, jake is on my tail

Watch yo' faggot ass clique get dropped

**** wanna take what I got, they cultivatin a plot

I got to let **** know where I'm comin from, Duke

I ain't a fluke, I go that extra mile for the loot

My ill disposition, my demeanour gets meaner

When it rains cocaine, it gets greener

Hook it up, cook it up, a half a ki, I ain't a rookie

Let's turn that white bitch to a motherfucking cookie

We wanna be around for the breakdown, watch the shakedown

Undercover clowns violate the town

They wanna see our money grow

And we can all make it happen if we keep a steady flow

But **** gots to be ****, you know

When money piles up, sheisty **** get robbed up

I fronted sonny some work

A couple of weeks went by, then I noticed I was cold jerked

We used to do that shit too

But don't ever in your life fuck your own fucking crew

Cos that's some low down shit

And when I catch up with you, pussy, yo' ass is hit

When the players get the cream, it spreads like a disease

I started with an ounce, now I'm workin with ki's

**** love to snitch, the jakes say, "Freeze!"

With friends like these, I don't need enemies

I bounced out of town quick just to make a fast lick

Sit back, recline on some Big Willie shit

The phone rings, it's my peoples on the other line

(Damn, you're the hardest **** to find)

What's up, son? What's goin on? (Ain't nothing)

The last time we conversed (Word up), you had them burners goin off

But now I hear you graduated

And you're a big **** now, a big cat, well-appreciated

Well I got the work, you got the street

Let's collaborate and make ends meet

We can conquer the whole city

And do the same damn thing like Capone and Nitty

When we finally struck a deal

This **** started talkin crazy, now, this shit don't seem real

He started talkin about how we caught his head stiff

I'm sittin there, fucked up, with a lip split

Now I'm lookin at the **** he's with

Undercover thugs with wire taps and bugs

Now I'm goin up for life

Another thoughtless motherfucker was livin trife

I had this short, thick red bone chick

Sippin Cristal every day, her style was slick

A dime piece, word is bond, just like one of the clique

A motherfucking Mona Lisa but black, not your common trick

She did just what I said

From flippin ki's to pickin up G's to givin me head

I used to kick back, relax like The Mack

Now bet shorty's puttin G's in a game of blackjack

I feel as though I'm the man

Cos I'm about to get some pussy, plus I won 45 grand

Now we out to the motel suite, copped a oz

Now she 'bout to fuck a **** to sleep

We puffin lye, so I make sure the door is locked

Then out from the closet, shit, **** with they guns cocked

The first thing I thought: "****, where's your gat?"

Cos all they gonna do is kill me anyway, black

I ducked like a pro, stayed low, bullets grazed my 'fro

Before you know I was bustin holes to the dome

I never thought she'd make me use my trigger

You wanna know the rest, yo, check the sequel, ****