I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me,
Chilled out together,
Even went to school with me.
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon,
Used to low ride together,
Shot dice in the bathroom.
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found.
Cause we diss ya, then issue,
The critical beat down.
He needed money,
I would always come through.
Needed a car? He could use mine too.
But bust this!
Out on the street,
People say he was riffin'.
Callin' me a sucker,
Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'.
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit last week,
Frontin' for some pussy,
From some big butt freak.
Sayin' I'm his worker,
I was on his dick!
Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit.
and after all of that,
She still walked away.
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it,
He said, "Who snitched?"
Yo, how did he go out?
"He went out like a bitch!"
So ladies we ain't just talkin' bout you,
Cause some of you niggas is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch,
Stone player.
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her.
Trucked crazy jewels,
Hands smothered in ice,
Been to prison not once, but twice.
Kept a stupid thick posse,
Made of thugs and crooks and hoods.
And vet hustlers,
Who were up to no good.
But they all stood behind him,
And watched his back,
That's the only way
To roll on the track.
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week,
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white Corniche.
Took a look inside,
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch's subliminal.
Three strikes, that's called
Habitual criminal.
So instead of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse,
Maxed at the crib,
And sipped Martini and Rossi.
Sold out his whole crew,
That rat named Mitch.
Yo, how did he go out?
"He went out like a bitch!"
So ladies, we ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas is bitches too!
I knew this guy that was never that fly,
Couldn't act cool, even when he tried.
When we played rough, he always cried,
When he told stories, he always lied.
A Black brother,
Who was missin' the cool part.
He had the color,
But was missin' the true heart.
When we would fight,
He would always go down quick,
So he took karate,
and he still got his ass kicked.
But now he's married,
And he kicks his wife's ass,
Says it comes from problems,
That he had in the past.
Doesn't like blacks,
Claims he's upper class.
Joined the police, got himself a badge.
Now he rolls the streets,
and he's cut to jack.
Doggin' young brothers,
Cause they usually don't fight back.
Got a white partner,
And he asked for that,
and every night
Another head they crack.
So now he's big man,
But he really ain't shit!
Yo, how did he go out?
"He went out like a bitch!"
So ladies, we ain't just talkin' bout you,
Cause some of these pigs are bitches 2.
Out one night with my crew,
and some new kid.
I didn't know homeboy, but Evil E did.
So I thought he was cool,
We rode in his ride,
Rag top tray on Daytons,
Lifted side to side.
We hit the party deep,
Niggas was hawkin' me,
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery.
Parliament was on, some O.G. shit,
I put my back to the wall,
And felt my pistol grip.
All of a sudden niggas started trippin',
Flippin', the record started skippin'.
Wildin', fools started locn up,
Gats cracked,
The room started smokin' up!
Me and "E" hit the floor,
And then the back door.
My boys let off an automatic encore.
But when we made it out to the ride,
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side.
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
Yo, how did he go out?
"He went out like a bitch!"
So ladies, we ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause you scary assed niggas
Are bitches too!
― Sommermute (Wintermute), Wednesday, 30 July 2003 10:31 (twenty-two years ago)