Junior

[Intro]

Yeah

Yo, what up?

This is Aceyalone

What's happening?

Yo

Let me tell you a story real quick about one of my partners

About this cat I know

One of my homeboys, and we just gonna call him Junior

[Verse 1: Aceyalone]

Yeah, Junior got some money just for being a good kid

He sealed it up and never even opened up the lid

Girls gave him candy cause he treated him nice

He took it home and chopped it up, and doubled up the price

Miss Thomas at the parent's conference said we honest

She was astonished at his confidence and what he accomplished

He respected his elders, but he knew who he liked

He listened before he talked, and he never would fight

It's like, everybody knew him or they wanted to know him

And anytime they did something for him, they felt that they owed him

He was learning a life game that no one would show him

He had more than an idea of where he was going

He grew into a young man and gained some trust

And he had a knack for pleasing people, and that was a plus

Any situation he was in, he would adjust

He never cussed, and he never fussed what he discussed

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about

We was the same age, but I still looked up to him because we had this thing together

Some people just got that knack, and you can't do nothing about it

But he ended up being a victim of circumstance because he's on the rise and, you know, he's gotta battle against the odds

And my man had such a good demeanor

He was smart, man

And he was a hustler

And he had his [? ] up

And he had a natural ability to bring people together

And which people he brought together

[Chorus]

Junior had it good

Junior had it good

Junior had it good

Junior had it good

[Verse 2: Aceyalone]

By the time he turned 26, he was intense

He was becoming a young prince with a whole lot of sense

Not only could he make money hustling white

He had a little bit of everything to get you some height

They made cash with him so nobody wanted to hit him

But they'd get him if they had to get him, get rid of him quick

But why kill off the goose if you're making the grip

And why kill off the captain if you run a good ship?

Some people are strong

Some people are weak

Other are smart, but still don't got a stomach for the streets

But Junior had a different angle, he was an angel

The Calypso changed, though, the game could tango

'Cause he can't tango or dance with wolves or waltz with a rattlesnake

What would it prove?

They started salting up his program, hoping he'd lose

But he stayed cool, and he stayed steady, making moves

Yeah, okay meanwhile, Junior's off doing his thing, and living up to his full potential

But the haters, and I don't even want to call them that cause they're worse than that

But he's become a victim of the monster

You know, the machine, the revolving door

It's them that's got versus them that can't get, and ain't gonna never get

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Aceyalone]

Man, four years later, Junior got him a nice stack

Compared to what he used to have, now he's got twice that

When beef is at his door, he decided to ice that

Now knowing more and more, he was caught in a mice trap

He wanted to fight back

But who could he tell?

The lesser of the two evils would just put him in a cell

Everybody around knew that Junior was frail

But he didn't need muscles to make it, all he needed was a scale

A hundred and twenty-thousand in cold hard cash

A stash at gun blast that don't even ask

You get beat by the only one thing that can beat you

Defeat you, cheat you, the streets will eat you

Jealousy and envy make a person deceitful

Then you add greed to it, combination is lethal

Well it's a short life knowing that it won't be a sequel

Sometimes bad things just happen to good people

Yeah. So they killed him

They murdered him in cold blood

He died face-down in front of an empty safe

And for the fools that did this, I hope you rot in hell

I hope you live in hell

For my nigga, Junior

Rest in peace

[Chorus]