Rico

[Intro] How you gon' kill a nigga you love, my nigga? (Disrespect me, a nigga know he gon' die) Why a good-hearted nigga ain't made for these streets Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico (Love no hoes, I don't love no hoes) Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico, Rico Man, my heart made of ice and the streets made of gold One thing about it, I don't love these hoes If you a real nigga, then you stand for something [Verse 1] My homeboy Rico fell in love with Kisha Full-time freak bitch, part-time teacher Me and Kisha cool 'cause I used to fuck Tammy That's her lil' sister, just moved to Miami Kisha was the driver when I was takin' trips to Mexico Burnt the head once and I ain't even fuck the ho Course I told Rico, now Tammy can't stand me 'Fore we fucked the bitches, me and him was like family And Kisha started hittin' him 'round niggas, shouldn't trust her Put money over bitches, that's my motherfuckin' brother Sticking to the G-code, fuck one of these stank hoes Course I went and told him what she said back to Rico Rico got mad as hell and started clickin' Pulled his pistol out and told me stay up out his business Told me he'd kill me if I ever fuck his bitches And he ain't pay me shit for them last five chickens Rico trippin' out, Rico know I ain't no ho Rico know he should've killed me, Rico know I ain't gon' go Rico still fuck with Kisha, Kisha still fuckin' off Rico still owe me a hundred grand and plan on runnin' off Rico mama know my mama, we like family, Rico smart But if Rico know what I know, can't no one save him but God I know Rico ain't no sucker, Rico gutter, he got heart Rico murked so many men, but his weakness is a broad Now Rico fuckin' Tammy 'cause he wanna pay back Kisha Kisha wanna pay back Rico, I don't give a fuck 'bout neither This bitch Kisha so fucked up, she been fuckin' with that needle Gave that bitch a couple stacks, she called Rico up to meet her Rico walked into the house, I was sittin' right on the couch Rico thought he seen a ghost, Kisha standin' by the door Rico one shot to the head, Kisha screamin' out, "He dead" You know I can't leave no witness, Kisha, baow, I fled [Chorus] If you a real nigga, then you stand for something Lot of work, never change, gotta stand for something Man, my heart made of ice and the streets made of gold One thing about it, I don't love these hoes Want it 'cause I got it, this is fuckin' nonfiction Chapter one'll teach you not to love these bitches Chapter two'll teach you that the game ain't fair Chapter three'll show you that the streets don't care [Verse 2] Jesse an old-head player, Jesse kind of like my plug Jesse always got the work, but he don't never show no love I think Jesse take my money and they front him what he buy Maybe Jesse a middleman, usin' my shit to get by Jesse prices be too high, but I heard he work for Nino Jesse a full-time gambler, he met Nino at the casino On the cool, Jesse strong, man, I heard he gettin' a C-note That's a hundred of 'em, might knock his meat out his burrito Jesse homeboy Dede, he be fuckin' with that white Dede 'posed to be his goon, he catchin' bodies every night Me and Dede went to school together, me and Dede tight Fifth period up in Manaci's class, I was sellin' Dede white I been playin' under Dede, tryna get up under Jesse Maybe I'll meet up with Nino and get me a connection Jesse always gettin' robbed, they don't respect him in the streets Dede told me Nino always askin' questions 'bout me But Jesse always shoot me down, Nino got to play it safe So in other words, Nino do whatever Jesse say Jesse playin' like he straight, Nino moved back to LA Dede told me Jesse love some bitches down in MIA Nino flew us out to Cali, he gon' take us to the Grammys I pulled up on Jesse, he was front seat with Tammy Tammy looked me in my eyes, Jesse lookin' at her strange Thinkin' 'bout what Dede told me, Tammy holdin' Jesse change Me and Dede in the lobby, told him I was leavin' soon 'Fore I left, I seen that Tammy bitch come out of Nino room Okay, Nino fuckin' Tammy, Tammy holdin' Nino work And Jesse ain't got a clue, 'cause if he do, he will be hurt A long story short, I took a trip to 305 Kicked in that Tammy bitch door and got a hundred-somethin' pies Now Dede lookin' for me, but he fuck off with my guys A quarter thing soft, they knocked his brains through his eyes, ugh [Interlude] Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino [Chorus] If you a real nigga, then you stand for something Lot of work, never change, gotta stand for something Man, my heart made of ice and the streets made of gold One thing about it, I don't love these hoes Want it 'cause I got it, this is fuckin' nonfiction Chapter one'll teach you not to love these bitches Chapter two'll teach you that the game ain't fair Chapter three'll show you that the streets don't care