Goines Tale

[Chadio]<br>Yo,<br>this joint right here<br>is dedicated<br>to the infamous, late great<br>Donald Goines<br>word life, C-R-U, Cru representaion<br><br>"Black Girl Lost" her pop is "Daddy Cool"<br>Former "Dopefiend" now a pimp, damn fool<br>He`s a "Black Gangster", "Inner City Hoodlum"<br>Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one<br>But little do he know he on a "Death List" and shit<br>This`ll be "Kenyatta`s Escape", "Kenyatta`s Last Hit"<br>"Crime Partners" he and Ken` was<br>Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz<br>Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife<br>So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life<br>Promised Kenyatta would "Never Die Alone"<br>So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone<br>Shot her in the head and then she lay dead<br>Pimp jeted in his "Eldorado Red"<br>Kenyatta didn`t die he would "Cry Revenge"<br>Wouldn`t stop till he saw the pimp`s dead end<br>Pimp went to whore house to see his "Street Players"<br>Collect all the doe cause yo that`s what the game is<br>Pimps called "Swamp Man" cause he`s like a Munster<br>Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster<br>See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore<br>And from this the violent mental scars we wore<br>Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost<br>While doin what he gotta tryin to make the most<br>And for those two shootins, he never got caught<br>Smart man ended up in the new house he bought<br>Ken` found out with the quickness where he lived<br>Written the address then went up the crib<br>Ooze and vest he ain`t fest<br>Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test<br>Six months later Ken` was back<br>Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack<br>Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin<br>Pimps` known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin<br>There he is, suddenly appears<br>Nuthin in his hand except a six-pack of Heiniken beers<br>Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes<br>Hits up "Swamp Man" and mad blood gu-shes<br>Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head<br>Then slides, "Swamp Man" lay dead<br>Runs up a few blocks there go the cops<br>They must have heard the RAT-A-TAT-pops of the shots<br>His mind`s racin wonderin what he should<br>Give up or say, "Fuck It!", and spray the cops too<br>Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel<br>She been shot before yo he know how it feels<br>He drops his gun, and with it the beef<br>Now a "White Mans Justice Black Mans Grief"