The Story

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You know what I'm sayin'? Shit so real out here I mean, like, it don't matter who the fuck you is, nigga, men, women, or tie, you dig? You cross that line, nigga, you gotta pay the consequences, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let me tell y'all a story 'bout two niggas from the D Been down since they was kids, grew up on the same street They both grew up different, but they shared the same struggles Put they heads together, and start helpin' one another See, DJ was smart, he always been in his books And lil' Marcus grimy, always been a crook Put both of them together, knew they had what it took To make some big money and move niggas out the hood DJ was the brains, lil' Mark was the muscle A nigga touch DJ, then lil' Mark comin' Lil' Mark had a line down the way with his cousin DJ wrote the 'scripts and knew the pharmacy to bust 'em Perfect how these lil' niggas put this plan together Mark shoot the trips, DJ get the bag together Lookin' back at the old days, laughin' at 'em Sayin' to each other, "We gon' get this cash forever" Ten turned to twenty, twenty turned into fifty Used to be around, now they barely in the city Hundred bands later, on a million dollar mission It's funny how these niggas both alike, but so different DJ was the type who ain't really care for pictures Mark the type of nigga who just love the attention DJ was the one who you ain't know was in the building And Mark the type of nigga let you know he got his pistol As the bag grow and grow, and as the cash flow Mark was out there fuckin' with this nothin'-ass ho She fuckin' up his head and he keep fuckin' raw And stealin' out his pockets every time he nod off This the third time the bag came up short But DJ ain't trippin', 'cause him and Mark like Blood And there ain't nothin' 'posed to come between homies So when he got back, bro decided to speak on it Say, Mark, the last three times you've been short some cash Somebody can't count it, you done showed the ho the stash But he love Mark and he wouldn't dare accuse his mans But somethin' ain't right, some shit he just don't understand 'Cause when it came to Mark, it's this ho he been fuckin' with Got so high one night, he couldn't even fuck the bitch Runnin' back and forth to the door, sales rushin' in Slippin' that night, this nigga hid the cheese and fronted the bitch Damn, so now he know it's his fault Now he sittin' back thinkin', "How to settle the score?" So he went back again and he played this shit off Act like he felled asleep and couldn't believe what he saw She don't know she fucked up, 'cause Mark a real killer And got the cheese to back and buy some real niggas Can't let this shit slide, he gotta deal with it Woke up next day, she took a coffee with a pill in it Hour go past, this bitch done fell all out Pill over her face, nigga, finish the job Man or a woman, never let shit slide Know it's real consequences when you fuckin' with the mob, gone

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