#1rapper
05-12-06, 11:01 PM
The bronx is a swamp, drugs deals, slug kills, all of it happenin
While we rapping,in manhattan bytches stacking they cashes
But our fassions and passions all come at a price
Either by the gun or the knife, in life, its done at night
***
Case One
Ricard(Dirty Boy) Jackson--Age 19
Ric was a bronx local, a hot hopeful, well known and liked
And to atone his life, he was shown the light, by his home in the mic
He was roaming at night, joinin cypers and rap offs, to light up some asphalt
He won and lost, but always was done with applause, he was stunning with bars
In his house were paper stacks laced with raps, original and hot
A criminal he was not, but drugs and booze does its moves
And it had son confuse, while he was being notice by exectuives and record biz
He was messing with infested shyt, Dirty boy graudated from weed to speed
Then became infatuaded with coke until his cash was vacant and he was broke
His folks, tried to send him to rehab, but he wouldn't see that
While his raps were fading, he now was always packed with makings
Of his acting agent, All these stats are ancient
Cuz on october fourth an open porch, Ric was dead from heroin
He was bent for sure, before this alore, his biggest hit was 12% pure
This shyt was 96% pure as soon as it roared this boy hit the floor
***
Case Two
Anthony(MJ)Harris---Age 17
On the bronx courts when Anthony stomped forth, his team was a sure win
More kids, try to beat him everyday and always was sent away with a lost
One day a boss of the street wanted to cross up his streak
And even though Harris wasn't bigger then him
Every shot, a steady pop, he was sinking them in
As spectators wathed they matched, they rocked and laughed
When "Da Boss" was stopped in his tracks
On the game point check harris released a shot that won him the game
When he was done he refrained to call the dummy some names
So good game, was what all he could say, "Da Boss" looked away
And anthony's started to leave and then an arm on his sleeve
Turned him around and then another fist had him squirmed on da ground
He was choked to death and his smoking rep was all that was left
***
Case Three
Daunte(baby face) Jackson----age 26
This kat would clip gatz and shoot with his click
He was ruthless at shyt, always improving his whips
His dimes, all had beautiful lips, to move on his dyck
But he was stupid wit hiz, and the feds were watching
All the headz hes been poppin, after months of maintaning thier out
The fedz came to his house, showed him the picz of him blowing up clipz
And throwing some fists, and offered him to snitch
To get free but rat his crew out, a crude smile, Appeared on his face
His sneared with some haste
he aggred to snitch as long he was free of his shyt
So while his dawgs rot in jail, hes still rocking the scales
And while pockets are stail, hes still messin with chrome stuff
And stressing his own luck, in case the protection dont hod up
While we rapping,in manhattan bytches stacking they cashes
But our fassions and passions all come at a price
Either by the gun or the knife, in life, its done at night
***
Case One
Ricard(Dirty Boy) Jackson--Age 19
Ric was a bronx local, a hot hopeful, well known and liked
And to atone his life, he was shown the light, by his home in the mic
He was roaming at night, joinin cypers and rap offs, to light up some asphalt
He won and lost, but always was done with applause, he was stunning with bars
In his house were paper stacks laced with raps, original and hot
A criminal he was not, but drugs and booze does its moves
And it had son confuse, while he was being notice by exectuives and record biz
He was messing with infested shyt, Dirty boy graudated from weed to speed
Then became infatuaded with coke until his cash was vacant and he was broke
His folks, tried to send him to rehab, but he wouldn't see that
While his raps were fading, he now was always packed with makings
Of his acting agent, All these stats are ancient
Cuz on october fourth an open porch, Ric was dead from heroin
He was bent for sure, before this alore, his biggest hit was 12% pure
This shyt was 96% pure as soon as it roared this boy hit the floor
***
Case Two
Anthony(MJ)Harris---Age 17
On the bronx courts when Anthony stomped forth, his team was a sure win
More kids, try to beat him everyday and always was sent away with a lost
One day a boss of the street wanted to cross up his streak
And even though Harris wasn't bigger then him
Every shot, a steady pop, he was sinking them in
As spectators wathed they matched, they rocked and laughed
When "Da Boss" was stopped in his tracks
On the game point check harris released a shot that won him the game
When he was done he refrained to call the dummy some names
So good game, was what all he could say, "Da Boss" looked away
And anthony's started to leave and then an arm on his sleeve
Turned him around and then another fist had him squirmed on da ground
He was choked to death and his smoking rep was all that was left
***
Case Three
Daunte(baby face) Jackson----age 26
This kat would clip gatz and shoot with his click
He was ruthless at shyt, always improving his whips
His dimes, all had beautiful lips, to move on his dyck
But he was stupid wit hiz, and the feds were watching
All the headz hes been poppin, after months of maintaning thier out
The fedz came to his house, showed him the picz of him blowing up clipz
And throwing some fists, and offered him to snitch
To get free but rat his crew out, a crude smile, Appeared on his face
His sneared with some haste
he aggred to snitch as long he was free of his shyt
So while his dawgs rot in jail, hes still rocking the scales
And while pockets are stail, hes still messin with chrome stuff
And stressing his own luck, in case the protection dont hod up