Bitches 2
I once knew this brothe
Who I thought was cool with m
Chilled out togethe
Even went to school with m
Fly nigga, my ace boon coo
Used to low ride togethe
Shot dice in the bathroo
Ya want trouble
Well trouble ya foun
Cause we diss ya, then issu
The critical beat dow
He needed mone
I would always come throug
Needed a car? He could use mine to
But bust this
Out on the stree
People say he was riffin
Callin' me a sucke
Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin
Someone heard hi
Poppin' that shit last wee
Frontin' for some puss
From some big butt frea
Sayin' I'm his worke
I was on his dick
Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shi
and after all of tha
She still walked awa
How ya gonna diss your bo
To get some play
And when I stepped to him about i
He said, "Who snitched?"
CHORU
Yo, how did he go out
He went out like a bitch
So ladie
We ain't just talkin' bout yo
Cause some of you nigga
Is bitches too
I knew this brother named Mitc
Stone playe
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay he
Trucked crazy jewel
Hands smothered in ic
Been to prison not once, but twic
Kept a stupid thick poss
Made of thugs an
Crooks and hood
and vet hustler
Who were up to no goo
But they all stood behind hi
and watched his bac
That's the only wa
To roll onthe trac
But yo
Mitch got rushed by feds last wee
The snatchbared the run
Of his white Cornich
Took a look insid
And what did they see
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP
Oh shit! The thought crashe
Mitch's sublimina
Three strikes, that's calle
Habitual crimina
So insted of goin' unde
He snitched on his whole poss
Maxed at the cri
And sipped Martini and Ross
Sold out his whole cre
That rat named Mitc
CHORU
I knew this gu
That was never that fl
Couldn't act coo
Even when he trie
When we played roug
He always crie
When he told stories, he always lie
A Black brothe
Who was missin' the cool par
He had the colo
But was missin' the true hear
When we would figh
He would always go down quic
So he took karat
and he still got his ass kicke
But now he's marrie
And he kicks his wife's as
Says it comes from problem
That he had in the pas
Doesn't like Black
Claims he's upper clas
Joined the police, got himself a badg
Now he rolls the street
and he's cut to jac
Doggin' young brother
Cause they usually don't fight bac
Got a White partne
And he asked for tha
and every nigh
Another head they crac
So now he's big ma
But he really ain't shit
CHORU
Out one night with my cre
and some new ki
I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E di
So I thought he was coo
We rode in his rid
Rag top tray on Dayton
Lifted side to sid
We hit the party dee
Niggas was hawkin' m
You could feel the vib
Of thick artiller
Parliament was on, some O.G. shi
I put my back to the wal
And felt my pistol gri
all of a sudde
Niggas started trippin
Flippin', the record started skippin
Wildin', fools started locn u
Gats cracke
The room started smokin' u
Me and "E" hit the floo
And then the back doo
My boys let off an automatic encor
But when we made it out tothe rid
It was gone, we had to shoot it ou
Side by sid
Punk left us there to die in a ditch
CHORUS
