Ghetto Rhyme Stories

[Intro]

Uh

This a message going out to all you thugs and gangstas

Black males who pack jails

You 'ain't gotta go out over crack sales and murder

Just act well

Peep the message

[Verse 1]

It's gory

A story about my man from around the way

Who's not around today

'cus I didn't know if you'd hung out with me

He'd forget me if he got strung out

On the hoe that goes to record parties

Every week the type of freak that sneak and sleep with everybody

We used to hang and hope we'd see chicks

Around this town with that OPP shit

We met two at the club

The same night we heat em, we did em because we kick our game right

The girl he met? had a lot of shit

She gave him a lot of cash and a lot of ass but got him whipped

Driving around in a BM and for weeks I didn't see him

Then people would come round sayin'

"that chick your boy's fuckin' with? that bitch 'a get you gunned down"

And tell me her man sells crack

A known drug dealer, a thug killa' who just got out of jail, black!

I tried to tell him but he didn't listen

I was burnt up.. until he turned up missin'

I stayed up till they found his weight up

Brotha' struck in by a mother-fuckin' Uzi, all laid up

Thrown in a ditch

Yeah

[Chorus]

Over a B.I.T.C.H

[Verse 2]

Hey yo, you know whats the funny shit?

What son?

Now honey dip is back on money's tip

That chick 'ain't shit yo

My nigga died from the trigger

I had it figured from the get go

Now somebody gots' ta' go

That chick or the cat that matched the hole

I'm 'a get me an infrared scope

Leavin' him for dead with a bullet in the head

For killin' my man over a female

On the DL, it's gonna be hell

He won't see jail but see shells falling from my Glock 9, I got mines

Tuck and won't give a fuck, I'll buck anyone who drops dime

Brains will get blown out, Pop!

'cus it feels me that's the way he'll be goin' out

I'm 'a ride until I commit this homicide, then I'm 'a hide

I got the 9 on my hip, gripped, ready to flip on this pussy whipped dick

Who tripped over this B.I.T.C.H

[Chorus]

Over a B.I.T.C.H

[Verse 3]

Drivin' around with my window down when I spotted him

'shotted him, makin' him go down

Gotta get to the bus port, I'm wanted son

On the run with a body on the gun that I just bought

Caught in arrival by 5-O when I got here

Now I rot here behind bars kickin' this true shit

Sounds crazy but maybe fit the chick that you with

So look out for them honeys that nicely built

Wanting to get laid like a pro might get you killed sonny

Word

Not the ladies

[Chorus]

Fucking with a B.I.T.C.H

B.I.T.C.H