Chuck Cheese

[narrator]<br>When you deal with the other side, you see things<br>They warn you, they let you know, about your friends around you<br>People around your circumstances<br>One must have belief in order to believe<br>One must see in order to know<br>These little things I tell you is what`s kept me here<br>Is what`s made it, possible, for me to tell you this story<br><br>[Prince Poetry]<br>Chuck Cheese! Everybody neighborhood`s fuck-up<br>A wild shorty, touched, heads got stuck up<br>Under the trestle wrestle with your chains `til your neck muscle<br>veins pop out, GIMME, paper cut your bled vessels<br>So what you real? He`ll test, no question<br>Always on the ave in plex mode, impressin<br>baby girl with jewels and his pretty boy complexion<br>He was makin them lose their minds, packin two-two`s<br>Ready for testin plus prime time<br>Stickin your ATM, expert, vickin your two-week`s work<br>Jerk settle for lickin ya if any funny moves is made<br>Known through the PJ`s for puttin bodies in graves<br>All over the tri-state, now why wait, when crime pays<br>That`s what he started sayin from way back in the days<br>He had plans, to stick up the bully, and his mans<br>but got caught up with the heat<br>when jake rolled up in two fifty passenger vans<br><br>(Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Get up off me man.<br> Get up off me. I didn`t do nuttin man!<br> Yo, yo, whassup yo? What`s the problem?<br> What`s the problem?)<br><br>{*"thugs bustin slugs..", "shorty`s down for his respect"*}<br><br>[Prince Poetry]<br>Anyway after puttin in three or three-to-five<br>you thought Chuck would be happy just to be alive<br>Now thoughts of cash (?) connections<br>occupied his mind first, a nigga didn`t waste time gettin work<br>When he seen the scheme gettin less green<br>Chuck Cheese got grimy, him and about fourteen<br>was countin paper on the line at Green Acres<br>and behind them was the shiny link, it`s victim, a move-faker<br>And so they caught him on the way to the car<br>In the parkin lot a shot was heard from afar (whassup now sup now?)<br>Money`s grazed, shameless, without all of the frontin<br>Chuck, you know the one with the new link he`s now manhuntin<br>for more, who get ten G`s a wop, on the low<br>from two hot shot spots in Hollis bold G`s that stole<br>Pushin weight, through the (?) Metro, he`s contracted<br>Twenty`s a hit on his head, jealousy didn`t like the way that he acted<br>Now Chuck heard the news and got attracted<br>Ready to bring racket to the wrong full metal jacket<br>Bold, he got some love on the street, he knows about it<br>Now a tactic or patient retaliation is routed<br>He gets outted!<br><br>(Yo f`real, this little skillet-head nigga.<br> Runnin around disrespectin, you know how we get down on Southside.<br> Word to strength, he gots to go. I don`t care HOW it happens!)<br><br>[Rude One]<br>Yo, the word got back, to my highest of rank<br>This cat`s burnin my ears son, his suicidal tendencies<br>got me askin about him, the word on the street is<br>Y`all ALL wanna out him, all present and accounted<br>There ain`t no way around this dilemma, he`s stoppin cheddar<br>Seen the better part of life so yo he keeps a baretta<br>But all we gotta do is, follow plan A through<br>to the letter, y`all choose the in and outs on you<br><br>[Prince Poetry]<br>And just two days later Gator and Chuck was creepin up Sufton<br>Out of the dark called yo Chuck they advanced and started buckin<br>(What the fuck?) He screamed with no time for duckin, six struck<br>Rules even apply in these mean streets nigga with no discussion<br>Ask Chuck! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*}