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crank lucas - the evolution of story telling (1980-2019) lyrics

(verse 1: 1980s)
uh
fresh
bout to pop-lock to this
it was a cold night in the middle of march
the moon was bright, but the streets were dark
walked to the corner-store for a twenty ounce c-ke
an icy hunny bun and a pack of new poats
i walked inside and the store clerk greeted
went to the freezer for the sodas i needed
i heard “ching-a-ling”
someone rushed in fast
was a robber with a mask
demanding all the cash
the store clerk and him go back and forth
i peeked around the corner as i hit the floor
i ducked down behind the isle with the chips
stole some more sodas, and even took a sip
the robber heard me and turned his head
the store clerk pulled a pistol and shot him dead
i guess mama was right when she would tell me
that one of these days cigarettes is gonna k!ll me
but i still smoke ’em

(verse 2: 1990s)
they was two kids los and p
grew up in the same hood down the street from the grocery
came up hustling, had each others back during the corner wars
p pops got shot tryna rob a corner store
los pops was kinda like a dad to em both
til he dipped when they was twelve so they jumped off the porch
had cluckers lined up from the corner to the alley
at any time was holding more keys than a valet
years p-ss they become bosses
still friends but now p senses tension cause of los and his loses
los plottin’ on p
so p smoked his man
even went to the funeral cause he had to pretend
for the first time in years p saw los pops
embraced him but even felt worse for taking that shot
then los pops revealed he used to sleep with p’s mother
and thats when p knew he murdered his own brotha

(verse 3: 2000s)
i was posted on my block in my 12x white tee
fresh pair of forces and my neck was icy
bad lil’ redbone walk up to me, eye’n me
i’m lookin’ at her too like whats up boo what you tryna see
she said she wanna roll so i took her to my crib
she hopped in my old school with forty inch rims
we pulled up to my spot baby girl start gettin hot
took her in the bed room now im seeing panties drop
i go to grab a rubber right next to my bed
but when i turn back over its a gun to my head
this b-tch done set me up its a motherf-ckin robbery
and she even had her cruddy cousin p follow me
got me for my chain, hit my safe in the bas-m-nt
kicked her took her pistol and reversed the situation
he got me in my shoulder but i popped him in his forehead
i coulda spared her life but f-ck her
one more dead

(verse 4: 2010s)
n-gg- im hustlin’ movin’
n-gg- im trappin’ and juggin’
my trap house a culinary school cause all day we be cookin’
feds was all on my case
photographs with my face
had to book me a flight, flee out the city, go somewhere safe
now a n-gg- outta town
met a n-gg- movin’ pounds
introduced me to his plug
had me at the n-gg- house
told me he could do two hundred racks on a regular day
had them in a pile in his bas-m-nt right next to his safe
i walked out i was ready to work
set up shop, establish my turf
bully n-gg-s for they block and they perks
im an -sshole my gun is a jerk
n-gg-s hate it
somebody snitched
police raid, now ain’t this a b-tch
fed charges for all that i sold
now im thinkin who the f-ck coulda told
now im escorted in this court room all early that morning
same n-gg- that sold me them pounds is a federal informant
old injury, his arm was stiff, his shoulder got shot
managed to move his arm just to point at me, now im gettin locked
(mama i love you!)

- crank lucas lyrics

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