Just Another Case

Uh
 
 Can you feel it?
 Uh
 Uh, once upon a time, let's see if I remember, back in January
 Nah, chill, it was December
 True, 'cause that's when L started his bid
 Partied through the New Year, January third he slid
 Up until then, yo, L had it swell
 Called him Sweet Pea like his name was Pernell
 He did the job, money came with ease
 Going outta town, moving Glocks and keys
 Him and his bitch, in forty-G rides
 Holding down fort like they Bonnie and Clyde
 Luxury cars of all makes and models
 New outfits every day, downin' champagne by the bottle
 Glass in the air (air), toast to my team (team)
 Toast to my cream and the niggas that beam
 While niggas fiend, I'm abouts the beamer
 Think about your bitch, 'cause you fucking, I'm a dreamer called up Cru
 Yo, they probably in the studio
 Phil Collins in the background (stu-stu-studio)
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just ain't funny, don't you dare laugh
 (Where's my bitch?) Sent her on a mission
 Hope she ain't slip, on that pickup
 Yo, who diss on my flip
 Fuck the cash, nigga, pistle with yo' ass
 Me and Mitch rollin' over there quick fast
 Rolled up on the spot (it's that kid Uzi Ed)
 He took me for my paper so just call him Uzi Dead!
 Used to run epps wit' him back in the day
 Mitch popped the trunk, passed the German AK
 You dirty rat! I'm 'bout to bless that girl
 Better take cover from the rat-tat-tat-tat (mama, mama)
 Uzi Ed, ain't have a vest, three to the chest, Ed got blessed
 L got life, Ed got death
 The bitch took the money and she slid to the left
 Back in the day I told L she was shady
 Now she in Cali' about to have Ed's baby
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just ain't funny, don't you dare laugh
 Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 Just another case about the wrong-
 (Hey yo, niggi) what's the word, kid?
 Tell you 'bout a brother named Sid
 Got work release after doing a three-to-life bid
 'Cause of drug logic, shouldn't touch it, now out to budget
 With a movie star chick from outta Edenwald Projects
 Nice job, took prison camp drives
 While he promised up and down to live a civilized lifestyle
 The sweat off the brow was soon on garment
 Both worked, got themselves a two-bedroom apartment
 Great statement, without delayment, away and went
 Saved to get a house on one of them low down payments
 But an idea concocted his stock shit
 Why don't we try and turn this money over on the drug tip?
 So he gave his man a shriek and excitement
 Didn't know his peeps were under secret indictment
 Sick of the path that'll get you hung by the neck
 Sent him back up north to do a super long stretch again
 Black folk, you know the half, don't laugh, it's
 Just another case about the wrong path
 Well, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 It's just another case about the wrong path
 Well, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 It's just another case about the wrong path
 Well, this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
 It's just another case about the wrong riggy-riggy
 Everybody craves the food, sometimes
 Maybe actual, maybe cruel, need some baby
 No exceptions to the rules, sometimes
 Everybody craves the food