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About they never talked about the guns or the drugs
`Til I saw the guns and the drugs there is tons in the hood
I`ll admit, I never sold a sack in my life
Watchin` Scarface thinkin` that was a life

Slingin` dope or coke, respect, money and power
But what happen when things start to go sour
Everybody wanna see more cash
But ego`s clashin`, that`s when egos crash

See the two of them started out when they was in dimes
Graduated, now they movin` bricks at a time
Down to do whatever even wet up cops
Tryin` to build an empire so they shut up shop

They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down
A buster went from Philly straight to China town
Now there is dough pourin` heads thinkin` it`s the same
All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain

He`s a six two, brawler cat nickname 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 how s**t in the hood be
Ain`t sayin` it`s a true story but it could be
For the next three months Bolo is 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 meal from Fom
Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly
You play with his money now he`s violent and ready

They was partners betrayed by his own man
So he really 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 thinkin` what it should be
Never know who, when, where, what could be
If you still alive then you`ll probably understood me

Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment
Bolo`s going through it, baby mama through it
All that dumb s**t he be puttin` her though
Disappear for three months plus he hittin` her too

Now she got her bags pack then 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 in the cash
Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his 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
And exchanged they bring what the suppliers would need
Pick a spot in China Town 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` smell fishy
Back in the kitchen the money was waitin`
Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin` with Satan

Dress in all back with gats this ain`t part of the deal
Had a me set a mouth for the kill
Startin` 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 miss him
But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed `em
Grab the suitcase threw a table at the goons
Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon

The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride
Cut up from the glass but he made it alive
Now he`s back at the crib frankly they say at least
He was just being chased by thugs and the police

Countin` his dough sittin` on the couch` in
Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch` in
Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn`t then
So he paid his baby ma` 50 G`s to let him in, damn

The good, the bad, things can get ugly
Every hustler over this money thinkin` what it should be
Never know who, when, where, what could be
If you still alive then you`ll probably understood me

The good, the bad, things can get ugly
Every hustler over this money thinkin` what it should be
Never know who, when, where, what could be
If you still alive then you`ll probably understood me