CRU - Goines Tale lyrics

rate me

[Chadio]

Yo,

this joint right here

is dedicated

to the infamous, late great

Donald Goines

word life, C-R-U, Cru representaion

"Black Girl Lost" her pop is "Daddy Cool"

Former "Dopefiend" now a pimp, damn fool

He's a "Black Gangster", "Inner City Hoodlum"

Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one

But little do he know he on a "Death List" and shit

This'll be "Kenyatta's Escape", "Kenyatta's Last Hit"

"Crime Partners" he and Ken' was

Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz

Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife

So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life

Promised Kenyatta would "Never Die Alone"

So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone

Shot her in the head and then she lay dead

Pimp jeted in his "Eldorado Red"

Kenyatta didn't die he would "Cry Revenge"

Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's dead end

Pimp went to whore house to see his "Street Players"

Collect all the doe cause yo that's what the game is

Pimps called "Swamp Man" cause he's like a Munster

Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster

See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore

And from this the violent mental scars we wore

Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost

While doin what he gotta tryin to make the most

And for those two shootins, he never got caught

Smart man ended up in the new house he bought

Ken' found out with the quickness where he lived

Written the address then went up the crib

Ooze and vest he ain't fest

Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test

Six months later Ken' was back

Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack

Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin

Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin

There he is, suddenly appears

Nuthin in his hand except a six-pack of Heiniken beers

Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes

Hits up "Swamp Man" and mad blood gu-shes

Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head

Then slides, "Swamp Man" lay dead

Runs up a few blocks there go the cops

They must have heard the RAT-A-TAT-pops of the shots

His mind's racin wonderin what he should

Give up or say, "Fuck It!", and spray the cops too

Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel

She been shot before yo he know how it feels

He drops his gun, and with it the beef

Now a "White Mans Justice Black Mans Grief"