Yeah
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OG Joe Blow in the house, understand me
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Layin it down with my boy Messy Marv
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Yeah, for ah - Slick Rick
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Yeah, this ain't no children's story, though
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this somethin for the hood, mang
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So ah - all the OG's grab your ripple
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and players grab you twomp sacks
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Here we go...
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Once upon a time not long ago
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When niggas made money slingin dank or dope
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When chronic was burnin and everything was all good
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And people were behavin hella bad in the hood
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There lived a little boy who was misled
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By another little boy, and this is what he said:
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"Me and you tonight, we're gonna make some cash
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Pullin 211's and makin the dash"
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They did the job, scrilla came with ease
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But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
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He robbed another and another
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(Stick em up, stick em up!)
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And a sister and her brother
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Tried to rob a man, a SFPD undercover
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The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin erratic
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He said, "Keep still, boy, no need for static"
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Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
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But little did he know the little nigga was strapped
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The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?"
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Tec-9 aimed for the cop's kidney
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The cop got scared, the kid starts to figure
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"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
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So he cold dashed and ran around the block
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Cop radioes in to another lady cop
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He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
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Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
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Looked around good and from expectations
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He decided he'd head for the BART station
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But (what?) she was coming and he made a left
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He was runnin top speed till he was out of breath
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Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (Sorry!)
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Then he made his move to an abandoned building
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Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
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Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?
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(Who?) Coon, the dopefiend smokin hella dope
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Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
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He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
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The dopefiend pulled out a sawed-off shotgun
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He broke outside but there was cops all over
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Then he dipped into a car, a hyped up Nova
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Sideways up the block doing 83
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Crashed into a tree near the KOP
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Escaped alive though the car was battered
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Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
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Ran out of bullets and he still had static
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Grabbed a lady and pulled out the automatic
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Pointed at her head, he said the gun was full of lead
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He told the cops, "Back up or the bitch here's dead"
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Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
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So he let the lady go and he starts to run on
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Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
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And before long the little boy got surrounded
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He dropped the Tec, so went the glory
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And this is the way I have to end this story
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He was only seventeen, in a poor man's dream
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Big Mike shot the kid, I still hear him scream
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This ain't funny so bitch, don't you laugh
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Just another case about the wrong path
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So learn a little lesson cause the game don't last
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Good night
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Leave a mess Marv [repeated]
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Yeah
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That's right
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Messy Mizznarv
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And it goes down
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for my boy Slick Rick the Ruler
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And it don't stop
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and it don't quit
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and it don't stop
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I'm on a whole nother level
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I'm on a whole nother level
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Trigga Lock Records
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Children's Story
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| Messy Marv |
