Goines Tale Lyrics - Singles - Cru

Yo 

This joint right here 

Is dedicated 

To the infamous, late great 

Donald Goines 

Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion 

Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool 

Former, Dopefiend now a pimp, damn fool 

He's a, Black Gangster, Inner City Hoodlum 

Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one 

But little do he know he on a, Death List, and shit 

This'll be, Kenyatta's Escape, Kenyatta's Last Hit 

Crime Partners, he and Ken' was 

Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz 

Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife 

So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life 

Promised Kenyatta would, Never Die Alone 

So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone 

Shot her in the head and then she lay dead 

Pimp jeted in his, Eldorado Red 

Kenyatta didn't die he would, Cry Revenge 

Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's dead end 

Pimp went to whore house to see his, Street Players 

Collect all the doe cause yo that's what the game is 

Pimps called, Swamp Man, cause he's like a Munster 

Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster 

See you was a, Whoreson, son of a whore 

And from this the violent mental scars we wore 

Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost 

While doin what he gotta tryin to make the most 

And for those two shootins, he never got caught 

Smart man ended up in the new house he bought 

Ken' found out with the quickness where he lived 

Written the address then went up the crib 

Ooze and vest he ain't fest 

Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test 

Six months later Ken' was back 

Instead of an ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack 

Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin 

Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin 

There he is, suddenly appears 

Nuthin in his hand except a six pack of Heiniken beers 

Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes 

Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad blood gu-shes 

Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head 

Then slides, Swamp Man, lay dead 

Runs up a few blocks there go the cops 

They must have heard the RAT A TAT pops of the shots 

His mind's racin wonderin what he should 

Give up or say, Fuck It!, and spray the cops too 

Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel 

She been shot before yo he know how it feels 

He drops his gun, and with it the beef 

Now a, White Mans Justice Black Mans Grief