| I vowed to never talk about the guns or the drugs |
| till I saw the guns and the drugs |
| theres tons in the hood |
| I’ll admit, I never sold a sack in my life |
| Watchin' 'Scarface' thinkin' that was a life |
| slangin' dope, or coke, respect, money, and power |
| but what happens when things start to go sour |
| everybody wanna see more cash |
| but ego’s clash and that’s when egos crash |
| see the two of them started out with nickels and dimes |
| graduated now they movin' bricks at a time |
| down to do whatever even wet up cops |
| tryin' to build an empire so they set up shop |
| got themselves a connect, ready to tie it down |
| a bus that went from Philly straight to Chinatown |
| now the doughs pourin' in heads aint thinkin the same |
| all of a sudden theres a weak link in the chain |
| he’s a 6'2 brolic cat nicknamed Bolo |
| caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo |
| but that was a no no |
| you know the code of the streets, everybody gotta eat |
| and that’s just how shit in the hood be |
| ain’t sayin' it’s a true story but it could be |
| for the next three months Bolos nowhere to be found |
| they say cause of the beef that’s why he left town |
| and everybody knows why they don’t get along |
| he’s a greedy bastard stole half a mil from Fong |
| Fongs the quiet type silent and deadly |
| you playin with his money now he’s violent and ready |
| they was partners betrayed by his own man |
| so he feel like he gotta take actions into his own hands |
| 'father forgive me for the sins I commit. |
| but when I see that thief again. that’s it' |
| The good the bad things can get ugly |
| every hustler over this money think what it should be |
| never know who, when, where, or what could be |
| If you still alive then you probably understood me |
| Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment |
| Bolo’s going through it baby mama through with |
| all that dumb shit he be puttin' her though |
| disappeared for three months plus he hittin' her too |
| now she got her bags packed and she ready to bounce |
| didn’t leave a thing not even the keys to the house |
| let her leave, he ain’t talk with her at all |
| went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall |
| he’s back for his jewels, that and the cash |
| plus to sell the last few bricks he had in the stash |
| get his money right then he leavin' again |
| off to find a new life and start breathin' again |
| so the deal was made and the buyers agreed |
| in exchange they’d bring what the suppliers would need |
| picked a spot in Chinatown Uncle Lenny used to own |
| dollar bills on the wall respectfully known |
| Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky |
| wanted the whole cake somethin' smells fishy |
| back of the kitchen the money was waitin' |
| deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan |
| dressed in all black with gats this ain’t part of the deal |
| enemies set him up for the kill |
| started lettin' off shots now just a few here |
| sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years |
| Bolo’s big as a truck I don’t know how they missed him |
| but they got so close the bullets damn near kissed 'em |
| grabbed the suitcase threw a table at the goons |
| jumped out a shattered window not a moment too soon |
| the thugs follow and they spray up his ride |
| cut up from the glass but he made it alive |
| now he’s back at the crib frantic to say at least |
| cause he was just being chased by thugs and the police |
| countin' his dough sittin' on the couch then |
| two shots to the back of the head now he slouchin' |
| Fong tried to get him at the spot couldn’t then |
| So he paid his baby moms 50 Gs' to let him in, damn |
| The good the bad things can get ugly |
| every hustler over this money think what it should be |
| never know who when where or what could be |
| If you still alive then you probably understood me |