[Intro] Story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums Story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums
This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums
[Verse 1] Hey, This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums Every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums It's so hot, You would swear it's where the devil is from It's rock n roll but the only heavy metal is guns Roses often placed on coffins for the dead at receptions Somebody filled his head with more Led than Zepplin Kept his weapon in his holster, When he was supposed to shoot it Guess the truth is he wasn't half Loc'd as reputed You might refute it Imma tell you the whole story, Compute it Imma paint a picture in your mind Take your time, Review it, I can't dispute it This nigga was a dangerous thug, He was a 'Rip But he would bang on his own gang and the Bloods He was deranged in the brain Sick and insane and it showed A tickin time bomb conditioned and trained to explode Like somebody injected nitro in his veins and they froze So naturally, Ice Cold was the name that he chose He was big swole nigga, His arms was 20 inches A scar on his left cheek from 150 stitches, Razor residue Had a feud with a dude on Meadowview Road and 29th Who drew a knife and then he sliced The night in question, It wasn't less than 9 o'clock on the dot Ice Cold was ridin around with a 9 Glock and a plot, Dirt broke But you know how we do it in Sac We put in work, Loc In the streets pursuin a jack He saw a black 'Lac truck As it stopped at the intersection on Franklin and Florin Road He headed in it's direction Followed it down Franklin until it made a right on Mack And when that turned into Meadowview Road It was time to make it crack Driver was on the phone, So he didn't notice it comin When Ice Cold got out the car holdin chrome, He started gunnin Target was the driver's head The first slug shattered the window The second left the driver dead as the slug battered his temple Blood splattered the window Ice Cold didn't give a fuck He just slowly moved closer Took a look in the truck Passenger was a child, About 11, Maybe, Not even Had a hole in his chest He was wheezin but still breathin Not even the nigga Ice Cold was willin to kill a kid So he said, "Good luck little man, You might live" He stripped the money and jewelry from the victim and cut True to his name, Not the slightest twinge of guilt in his gut The kid was still in the truck, Too terrified to move Looked to his left And saw that his big brother lied in a pool of his own blood In desperation, Picked the phone up Not realizing the left side of his brother's face was blown up He dialed 911, Said, "Send me an ambulance, My brother is hurt" "And if you don't hurry, He won't stand a chance" Operator pleaded, "Talk to me, Please, Just keep fightin" Then the kid started cryin and said, "Help me, I think I'm dyin"
[Hook] Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive You done lost too much blood You're too weak to survive They keep fightin, Ordering pints for transfusions Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading You're getting closer to Satan Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it But the doctor started shakin his head "Nothing more that we can do" And then he stated, "He's dead"
[Verse 2] 5 years past, Ice Cold is still bangin Representin Garden Blocc Showin no signs of changin Never got arrested for shootin the kid and his brother Unsolved mystery, The truth was never discovered The kid recovered from his injuries, Eventually After years of being physically and mentally in misery His memory was vivid He could close his eyes and visualize The minute he realized his brother was dead He couldn't get it out his head, Just couldn't understand And in homage to the killer, Took the name "Little Man" Listen, The nigga Ice Cold was stickin to the thug thang Gettin G'z, Flippin them Ki's in the drug game A nigga from the Blood gang named Damu who had big crack Got followed home one night Duct taped and kidnapped Butt raped and bitch slapped by a nigga in a mask Who had a Mizzac and asked, "Where the muthfuckin bricks at?" Wouldn't give up the coke, Damu was a rida So Ice Cold started pullin out his toe nails with a pliers It was gruesome, He grabbed his baby And threatened to shoot him if he didn't give up the birds So Damu produced them Ice Cold emerged from the lick with 10 chickens And 150 Thousand cash that he found stashed in the kitchen He went on a mission with intent of strictly stackin his paper Ice Cold never looked back after that caper But life was slow for Little Man His cash was gettin short The only thing on his mind was graspin and gettin more Havin flashes of smashin and robbin a liquor store Blastin the clerk like O-Dog and dashin to hit the door Standin on a bridge askin, "What am I livin for?" Havin thoughts of jumpin off and smashin the river floor Often askin Jesus, "What you hatin a nigga for?" Please tell me, Why have you forsaken a nigga, Lord? Whispers from Satan, "Fuck prayin and fuck patience" "You want it? You take it" "Fuck waitin and fuck playin" At the point of breakin Little Man decided that he had it up to here with being broke Got his strap and hit traffic He stopped at a red light on Mack Rd. and Stockton Blvd. By the Motel 6, The parkin lot was full of cars A blue Lexus coupe, He couldn't help but spot it As it headed toward the exit He grabbed his Tek and cocked it Followed at a distance, Palms all sweaty Hands shakin on the stearin wheel, But he felt ready No turnin back now, On Florin Rd. and Power Inn It's the turnin point of the story Homie, Now it begins Little Man opened up his car door and rose Gun in hand, Ran to the side of the Lexus and froze The driver was dark skinned, Familiar scar on his cheek They made eye contact, Hearts started to speed Ice Cold floored the gas pedal, Little Man started gunnin Ice Cold lost control, Little Man started runnin Crashed into a phone pole, Air bags inflated Little Man opened the door Grabbed his throat and stated, "Yeah, Bitch-ass nigga, I know you remember me" "Look into my eyes, Let me refreshin your memory" "You the one who shot me in the chest and murdered my brother" "You should of killed me, Nigga, You stupid muthafucka" He beat him with the butt of the gun And at the height of the pain He put the barrel to his head and shot him right in the brain Man murdered Ice Cold, Took his life in the rain What goes around comes around That's just life in the game
[Bridge] Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive You done lost too much blood You're too weak to survive They keep fightin, Ordering pints for transfusions Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading You're getting closer to Satan Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it But the doctor started shakin his head "Nothing more that we can do" And then he sated, "He's dead"
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This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums Ghetto's and slums This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums And every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums
[Verse 1] Hey, This is a story for my niggaz from the ghetto's and slums Every neighborhood full of urban rebels and bums It's so hot, You would swear it's where the devil is from It's rock n roll but the only heavy metal is guns Roses often placed on coffins for the dead at receptions Somebody filled his head with more Led than Zepplin Kept his weapon in his holster, When he was supposed to shoot it Guess the truth is he wasn't half Loc'd as reputed You might refute it Imma tell you the whole story, Compute it Imma paint a picture in your mind Take your time, Review it, I can't dispute it This nigga was a dangerous thug, He was a 'Rip But he would bang on his own gang and the Bloods He was deranged in the brain Sick and insane and it showed A tickin time bomb conditioned and trained to explode Like somebody injected nitro in his veins and they froze So naturally, Ice Cold was the name that he chose He was big swole nigga, His arms was 20 inches A scar on his left cheek from 150 stitches, Razor residue Had a feud with a dude on Meadowview Road and 29th Who drew a knife and then he sliced The night in question, It wasn't less than 9 o'clock on the dot Ice Cold was ridin around with a 9 Glock and a plot, Dirt broke But you know how we do it in Sac We put in work, Loc In the streets pursuin a jack He saw a black 'Lac truck As it stopped at the intersection on Franklin and Florin Road He headed in it's direction Followed it down Franklin until it made a right on Mack And when that turned into Meadowview Road It was time to make it crack Driver was on the phone, So he didn't notice it comin When Ice Cold got out the car holdin chrome, He started gunnin Target was the driver's head The first slug shattered the window The second left the driver dead as the slug battered his temple Blood splattered the window Ice Cold didn't give a fuck He just slowly moved closer Took a look in the truck Passenger was a child, About 11, Maybe, Not even Had a hole in his chest He was wheezin but still breathin Not even the nigga Ice Cold was willin to kill a kid So he said, "Good luck little man, You might live" He stripped the money and jewelry from the victim and cut True to his name, Not the slightest twinge of guilt in his gut The kid was still in the truck, Too terrified to move Looked to his left And saw that his big brother lied in a pool of his own blood In desperation, Picked the phone up Not realizing the left side of his brother's face was blown up He dialed 911, Said, "Send me an ambulance, My brother is hurt" "And if you don't hurry, He won't stand a chance" Operator pleaded, "Talk to me, Please, Just keep fightin" Then the kid started cryin and said, "Help me, I think I'm dyin"
[Hook] Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive You done lost too much blood You're too weak to survive They keep fightin, Ordering pints for transfusions Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading You're getting closer to Satan Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it But the doctor started shakin his head "Nothing more that we can do" And then he stated, "He's dead"
[Verse 2] 5 years past, Ice Cold is still bangin Representin Garden Blocc Showin no signs of changin Never got arrested for shootin the kid and his brother Unsolved mystery, The truth was never discovered The kid recovered from his injuries, Eventually After years of being physically and mentally in misery His memory was vivid He could close his eyes and visualize The minute he realized his brother was dead He couldn't get it out his head, Just couldn't understand And in homage to the killer, Took the name "Little Man" Listen, The nigga Ice Cold was stickin to the thug thang Gettin G'z, Flippin them Ki's in the drug game A nigga from the Blood gang named Damu who had big crack Got followed home one night Duct taped and kidnapped Butt raped and bitch slapped by a nigga in a mask Who had a Mizzac and asked, "Where the muthfuckin bricks at?" Wouldn't give up the coke, Damu was a rida So Ice Cold started pullin out his toe nails with a pliers It was gruesome, He grabbed his baby And threatened to shoot him if he didn't give up the birds So Damu produced them Ice Cold emerged from the lick with 10 chickens And 150 Thousand cash that he found stashed in the kitchen He went on a mission with intent of strictly stackin his paper Ice Cold never looked back after that caper But life was slow for Little Man His cash was gettin short The only thing on his mind was graspin and gettin more Havin flashes of smashin and robbin a liquor store Blastin the clerk like O-Dog and dashin to hit the door Standin on a bridge askin, "What am I livin for?" Havin thoughts of jumpin off and smashin the river floor Often askin Jesus, "What you hatin a nigga for?" Please tell me, Why have you forsaken a nigga, Lord? Whispers from Satan, "Fuck prayin and fuck patience" "You want it? You take it" "Fuck waitin and fuck playin" At the point of breakin Little Man decided that he had it up to here with being broke Got his strap and hit traffic He stopped at a red light on Mack Rd. and Stockton Blvd. By the Motel 6, The parkin lot was full of cars A blue Lexus coupe, He couldn't help but spot it As it headed toward the exit He grabbed his Tek and cocked it Followed at a distance, Palms all sweaty Hands shakin on the stearin wheel, But he felt ready No turnin back now, On Florin Rd. and Power Inn It's the turnin point of the story Homie, Now it begins Little Man opened up his car door and rose Gun in hand, Ran to the side of the Lexus and froze The driver was dark skinned, Familiar scar on his cheek They made eye contact, Hearts started to speed Ice Cold floored the gas pedal, Little Man started gunnin Ice Cold lost control, Little Man started runnin Crashed into a phone pole, Air bags inflated Little Man opened the door Grabbed his throat and stated, "Yeah, Bitch-ass nigga, I know you remember me" "Look into my eyes, Let me refreshin your memory" "You the one who shot me in the chest and murdered my brother" "You should of killed me, Nigga, You stupid muthafucka" He beat him with the butt of the gun And at the height of the pain He put the barrel to his head and shot him right in the brain Man murdered Ice Cold, Took his life in the rain What goes around comes around That's just life in the game
[Bridge] Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive You done lost too much blood You're too weak to survive They keep fightin, Ordering pints for transfusions Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading You're getting closer to Satan Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it But the doctor started shakin his head "Nothing more that we can do" And then he sated, "He's dead"
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