Three Little Pigs

[Verse 1] Once upon a time in Brooklyn there Were three little pigs wit da hypest gear Polo, Guess and Gore-tex All livin' large in Marcy projects Polo was short, somewhat stocky High-top fade, built like Rocky Guess was the best dresser of the trio Light skin, slim, looked like Cameo Gore-tex was next, of all the three Not only did he love boostin', he loved to MC Now they grew up together, were the best of friends So when they had enough money, they all bought a Benz The hypes ones, pushin' 'em back to back Polo and Guess bought white ones, but Tex's was black Crazy dark windows, and BBSs Skirts so long, they looked like dresses Wherever you saw one, you saw the others The kids were so close you would've sworn they were brothers One day, Polo said boostin's good But we’re not makin’ half as much money as we could Peep like for instance, if we changed the hobbies To something like, selling drugs in the lobbies.“ They all agreed, their minds were made Determined to try this way of gettin’ paid [Chorus] Three little pigs all drug dealers Heavy rollers, you know big wheelers Learnin’ the lesson, crime doesn’t pay It’s too bad they had to learn the hard way [Verse 2] Then Polo say „Before you go on your way There are a few things that I forgot to say First let me put you hip to the don’ts and do’s When you’re scramblin’, this is the slang you use Cop and hops, don’t stop, TNTs up the block Try suh-in’ funny and end up gettin' popped Ask me why, you won’t get high, understood? No matter what, always say you got it good And everyone has a name for the crack they sell Like uhm.. Ghostbusters or Cottonelle And I decided that, since it’s just us three Polo, Guess and Gore-tex, we’ll call it P double G“ Now Polo had a friend who sold coke, his name was Tito He went to see him, came back with a kilo And a year later, things were going well They had a lot of steady customers and clientele They also had workers in several spots And had automatic oo-wops with lots of shots And those Benzes, they were a thing of the past Polo had a Ferrari that was crazy fast Guess, who always dressed the best Had the all-white Jaguar X-J-S And since Gore-tex always had the highest goals He bought a nineteen ninety drop-top Rolls To put it straight, the kids were large But fucked up when Polo tried to take charge To Guess and Gore-tex this was forbidden But why did he have a condo, and they didn’t? They got together, talked about What was happening, Polo played ‚em out Since he was the one thinkin’ they were soft Guess and Gore-tex knocked him off Now let that go as a lesson to be learned Guess and Gore-tex was fire, Polo got burned He shoulda known not to ever cross His partners, now his life is lost [Chorus] Three little pigs all drug dealers Heavy rollers, you know big wheelers Learnin’ the lesson, crime doesn’t pay It’s too bad they had to learn the hard way [Verse 3] Back to what happens next Still livin’ large is Guess and Gore-tex But what they didn’t know is that now it was hot The cops got hip when Polo got shot So one day, I think it was a Monday While counting the money they got Sunday The cops raided, crashed the door Had Guess and Gore-tex handcuffed on the floor Fucked up the crib like they was on a mission Couldn’t find nuttin’ so they took ‚em in for suspicion But that didn’t stop ‚em, these kids had power Bail was ten grand, they wuz out within an hour Before they left a cop pulled Guess aside And said "Snitch on Gore-tex, we’ll let ya slide“ He laughed in his face, he said "Huh, I doubt it“ But after his first day in court, he thought about it Maybe snitching wouldn’t be so bad after all Everything would be his, if Gore-tex took the fall And twenty-five years was an awful long time So within a few minutes, he made up his mind Then snitched, no, better yet, cooperated Told ‚em what they wanted to know, then waited They gave him a recorder, showed him how to command it "This is all we need, to catch him red-handed“ The cops came to get him, their shots hit him What ?? and took two with him Now Guess, unlike the rest, had it made Crazy stacked money, dumb paid Thought he was the master of the game he played Til he took his first hit, and ended up slayed [Chorus] Three little pigs all drug dealers Heavy rollers, you know big wheelers Learnin’ the lesson, crime doesn’t pay It’s too bad they had to learn the hard way