Текст песни
My Brother Dizz Made This
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
I'm glad you all could make it out tonight
I'd like to start off with a story
About a young kid named Crooked
He grew up around a whole lot of gangsta shit
The kind of shit a nigga with amnesia and Alzheimer's can't forget
Let me paint the pic
See around here set trippin' and drug
Dealin' is a religion, an ancient script
Bloods and Crips took the red and blue pill
Yeah, Matrix shit
Freedom isn't real, freedom isn't real
'Cause people think being equal is evil
Don't believe me, ask Martin Luther King and Emmett Till
That's why negroes don't give a fuck
Schemin' with the steel, creepin' up
Shootin' with the intent to kill, even us
Sometimes I wish we can just reinvent the wheel
I'm lookin' at little Crooked right now
I'm just prayin' he don't become a bum ass thug, punk ass scrub
But I don't know though
'Cause I see him sittin' on the porch right now
With that nigga OG Black Bug
See Black Bug was that plug for the crack drug
The one that destroyed the community's black love
Yeah, that drug
He leaned over to skinny Kenny said "Go get the straps, cuh"
They in the back in a duffle bag with the ski mask and black gloves
I'ma pull the 'Lac up, it's time to ride, uh oh
Lil Crook said "What you 'bout to do?"
Bug said "Some shit you don't know 'bout"
He said "I know 'bout gangsta shit"
"Gangsta shit? Watch your mouth"
"Okay"
"Go get your little ass in the car
I'll show you some shit
But you better not ever, never ever
Tell nobody what you saw"
Ayy, hit this corner right here, Bug
This one right here?
Yeah
-Inhales and coughs
Ayy, you hit the weed, nigga
Take this shit
Ayy, that bitch was on you, Bug
That bitch was on you