JUST SOME ILL STORY TELLING SKILL, some old school sh*t PEACE
He was a big will use to chill at capital grill
private booth he sipped vermouth with his main man Phil
they called him big dough Joe
he sold heroin and blow
kilos was is steelo selling nothing below 2.2 pounds
use to see him driving around downtown
car lowered to the ground
pumping hip hop sounds
black benz gold trim chrome rims with pirellies
constantly on his celly loved 2pacs makiavelli
ex baller Georgetown Hoya till he tore his ACL
he wore a fro or cornrows like Latrell Sprewell..
local hoop legend can’t believe his dad is a reverand
it won’t help him get to heaven
ever since age 11
in out of foster care
did a bid lost a year back in 91
cops caught him with a stolen gun
plus he was holding way beyond the average teenager
cops took his pager impounded his blue blazer
5 years later ironic isn’t it
he’s got it locked paying cops to avoid imprisonment
got lawyers for the DEA just in case
they ever try to pull him over or bust in his place
always got funds in his safe and a gun by his waist
the best product on the block tongues are numb from one taste
untouchable as Capone real identity unknown hooking people on the lethal pelequo and methadone
Had a taste for the finer things in life fuck the price
buying 6 digit ice if he thought it looked nice
had a home in newport like a resort with an ocean front view
constantly smoking blunts drinking brew with his crew
that’s how it was
living lovely copping drugs
sipping bubbly popping slugs in mugs of thugs who showed no love
had to watch his front had to watch his back people wanted him smoked like blunts shot up like smack
but that’s what weapons are for
step through his door
he had the whole place secure even alarms in the floor
all it takes is ten pounds of weight to seal your fate
wind up in a crate going out of state or in a lake
swimming with the fishes
for trying to touch his riches
him and his team is vicious know for digging mad ditches
even some for bitches like this chick erica who tried to get him clipped and take his chips he had to bury her
just another name scratched of his list
just another dame running game who got slain for her foolishness
that’s how it goes when your dealing with blow and smack
hoes green backs in stacks
foes who pack gats and macs
that’s his life style plus he never was a nice child
cops thought they had em tried to nab em but twice trial
a sudden missing witness
on his hit list
disappearing with the quickness
peace to the ill ones the got skill ones
Nice with yours, no doubt.
damn this was an off the hook street narrative, me you and Esco ahould hook up and do a drop............you got some vicious wordplay sun and everyline was relevant to the story................
and I too am OLD SCHOOL...........long live it's legacy
No DOubt kid...
Immaculate Story Tellin Tacticz...
no Doubt son...
Keep Droppin Em On Us...
~Second City Sunz~
Marvelous can realate 2 this........
"keep up tha good work"........
yup, that was a gem
Ill shit Mr.Nice...good work
Yo...BEn NICe...you were like one of the very first people to respond to my ish when I got to ughh.com and was posting
I never forgot ya love and honesty and support and encouragement...No doubt...that illness has grown and so has yours...lol
Now an elite emcee its always good to read a drop from you...always a pleasure
Peace and love