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bambu - riches to rags lyrics

[kronik plague]
she was 16
christine
feeling like a sick fiend
stomach always twisting
from the sh-t the b-tch seen
higher than a muh f-ck
can’t face the pain sober
rather feel a hangover
playing like the game’s over
came from the other side
white sheets and pitch forks
“what the f-ck you doin’ in these streets you little rich ho?”
that’s how she met john
he ain’t give a f-ck either
fresh out of high school
life was such a tough teacher

[bambu]
he’s a product brought up by a mother of who would tie a rubber band around her arm to calm herself she called herself a worthless junkie
so john move in with auntie
that’s how john met young christine and he would use the tools he learned from watching mommy turn a trick. he up and turned little christine out
drunk one night on john’s couch
50 bucks a f-ck, she’s a hooker now
born official but see what johnny didn’t know was big brody taxes everything on the block that he rolls

[kronik plague]
on the block it was cold
shivering with will again
intimate with christine was big brody’s biggest friend
william, a simpleton, thought was in love wit’ her
even took his condom off once to bust a nut in her
all of a sudden that n-gga brody hit the block quick
ahh sh-t stop! b-tch you ‘bout to get shot
quick duck! oh it’s too late i wish john was right here!
wait brody don’t shoot first listen to her idea!

[bambu]
how dare william jump in front of brody there
but he swear the idea gon’ get him somewhere
he said broad you better speak upon it
talk before i change up
and push william aside and let the special .38 dump
“umm…” christine spoke, still a little shook up
she laid out the pieces
the puzzle bubbled and cooked up
john keep his money stack stash in his floorboard and his .44 been broken, functions no more

[kronik plague]
no more no more
she ain’t no wh0r-
no wh0r- no more
she ain’t so poor
so poor no more
we can go to war for what’s in that floorboard
what’s in the floorboard

“john he was sitting on bomb”
said william all calm
“we can get him” as he lower brody’s arm
uh huh he was trippin’ on one
he won’t listen, uh uh
“are you thinking what i’m thinking?”
“it’s on.”

there was one prob
gun c-cked
aiming like a jump shot
john was practicing with the weapon that he had just bought
see he was in the back street
shooting cr-ps on black heat who flash heat
had beef with brody stemming from last week
“whaat?” that’s how john reacted when he heard the news
he told him that brody was only out to come meet his fiend and said you can choose
between the chrome or the black piece
he’ll give him either or for christine’s -ss cheeks
so now he had heat, sitting in his black caddy, chillin’ in a back alley, twistin’ up a mad fatty
looking at his gat happy every time a bottle broke
end of his gat smokin’ somethin’ like a optimo

[bambu]
so brody and will and christine go to john’s house
brody held the biscuit, will had duct tape for his mouth, stun gun
“shh, someone coming duck down”
door opened up to drunk john falling on his couch
brody made his way towards him but ducked back down when he heard the sound of someone else walking in the house
it was cathy, a fly little side piece of eye candy who had eyed john for a very long time
they had drunk all night now cathy wanted d-ck
cathy unbuckled the levi’s and kissed it a bit
christine sn-tched the burner from brody and c-cked back
put a bullet in the back of cathy’s head
and the splat
of the brains on john’s lap
got john sobered up
“what the f-ck?”
put the tool up to christine like, “back up!”
christine started yelling now, “how could you do this!
i loved you, you knew this!
do i look that stupid?!”
broadie screamed at christine
“girl chill
sit still!
we still need to stick to our plan for the bills!”
but now will will k!ll john after realizing
christine still feels h-lla feelings for this
lying, pimp, conniving trick
now it’s all bad
plans bad
‘cause now emotion involved in the plan
christine feel played
brody trying to get paid
john stuck on confused
will’s in an envious rage

[kronik plague]
john flashed through his days (p-ssed through his daze?)
but now he sitting in brains
at the hands of christine
and that b-tch [??]
and that sh-t is insane
these wack n-gga done came
and that tramp b-tch gon’ complain
like that sh-t is the same?
will started tripping like
“b-tch, i’m the man in here!
how the f-ck you tell him you love with me standing here?”
and still thinking john’s gat was all act
he tried to stun gun the young but john shot
blat!
will was k!lled on contact
brody was quick to react but not as quick as john was to let off another
blat!
now they both shot, both bleedin’, both on the floor seemin’
like they last words was
“i shot his -ss first!”

john faded away
last thing he seen was the
last person on the scene left alive
christine
but she wasn’t trying to help him
her reason was apparent
when she wiped the gun
took the cash and moved back with her parents

- bambu lyrics

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