Lets Talk About Some REAL Sh1t Fo A Minute

[D-Z-U-B-Z]

Im just sittin here chillin, lookin back on all the sh1t ive gotten into, and the trouble im still gettin into, and i havent really been writin lately so i was thinkin id see if we cant start up a little bit of 'storytellin' if u will. if yall r keepin it real wit ya raps than i know yall have been in some sh1t, small or big, it dont matter. let me take u thru my world for a minute, get a lil upclose and personal and yall take it from there. where yall been/wut u done/wut u seen??lets see if we can get som'n goin.....



Back in the day, i smashed for the pay way harder than i do now/
in those times yall never saw me with less than 2 Thou/
or less than 2 pounds, back to back sacks, always smokin/
not realizin darker days and harder ways were approachin/
i still cant figure out where the fuk all my money went/
determined to get it back triple-fold of the money spent/
gettin crazy becomin shady, i had to get that bread fast/
collect cash and a head stash until i let my death pass/
so i laced up, all black, black hat and a ski mask/
fittin to jack dude in his crib like "WHERE THE FUKS THE WEED AT?"/
til i got that phone call, "Hey Cutty you comin?"/
"This fool i know's about to leave, and we about to run in"/
now remember im from a place fulla squares, no gang streets/
but if you got pounds out here, then definitley you swang heat/
yet knowin this, aint none of us brought nothin, our First Mistake/
hoppin over the back gate, with garbage bags for the weight/
takin handfuls at a time, not payin attention to the back door/
look over and see some dude holdin somthin on the back porch/
FUK!!, i cant believe it, but fa Damn sho not gettin caught slippin/
please believe your boy D was out as i saw him pop the clip-in/
POP! POP! but i aint sure if they were gunshots or my heart burstin/
but he aint gettin a still target, i hit fences, my lungs hurtin/
but Damn i almost got it, tryin to make off with these narcotics/
takin everything you GOT-B!TCH, Fuk it, next topic/

i got plenty more stories to tell, even that one was a lil longer than i left it, but my shifts over, so until tomorrow yall.

 

[D-Z-U-B-Z]

its Saint pattys day cutty, and aint no one holdin me down/
fittin to be walkin round with the Crown, it was just yesterday we copped a pound/
got word on an open facility, a spot where we can chill in peace/
kill the weed, throw some of these rap slaps on em and feel the beats/
so we shot a few phone calls, and a few turned to a dozen/
and by the time we hit the spot, i was burnt and slightly buzzin/
sh1t we made it happen got it crackin rolled a sack n' popped a thizzle/
pervin a little, high and drunk and startin to giggle off this triple/
had to step outside for a minute, for the time being split the scene/
takin a breath of fresh air and then chasin it with some nicotine/
man the sh1t was all good until i heard the word Bangarang/
that means ima have to jump up in the fight fuked up but it aint a thang/
for me and my boys hearin that word yelled is like a D-boy hearin em yell snitch/
and we quick to react on cats fast when we hear it, fukin up they sh1t/
dont nobody wanna see me, they aint as savage as we be/
seen a cutty smash somebodys face in with a 27 inch screen T V/
twice! if u value ya life then dont be startin the sh1t/
we come harder with hits, ya better off sparkin a spliff/