Bitches 2

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 We used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom You want trouble Well trouble you 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 s*cker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pus*y From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his d**k Talkin' that crazy old weak a*sed 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 just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too I knew this brother named Mitch Stong player He meet a girl, in five minutes 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 the feds last week They snatched by the trunk Of his white Cornice Took a look inside And what did they see Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P 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 just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you'll 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 a*s kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's a*s Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper cla*s Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets And he's out 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 just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause a lot of this pigs Are bitches too 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 lockin' up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up Me and he 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 just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause you scary a*s niggas Is bitches too So if you're wonderin' Why we are lookin' at you Funny if you thought You always tell a brother You've got a lot of money But you don't 'cause Yo lad you know what I be frontin' I'ma tell you why? 'Cause You act like you can fight But when there's a real fight You find out that Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist I'd smack that shit out of you 'Cause I know the real brothers