Riches to Rags

[Kronik Plague] She was 16 Christine Feeling like a sick fiend Stomach always twisting From the shit the bitch seen Higher than a muh fuck 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 fuck you doin’ in these streets you little rich ho?” That’s how she met John He ain’t give a fuck 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 fuck, 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 nigga Brody hit the block quick Ahh shit stop! Bitch 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 whore No whore 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 cocked Aiming like a jump shot John was practicing with the weapon that he had just bought See he was in the back street Shooting craps 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 ass 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 dick Cathy unbuckled the Levi’s and kissed it a bit Christine snatched the burner from Brody and cocked 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 fuck?” 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 kill John after realizing Christine still feels hella 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 (passed through his daze?) But now he sitting in brains At the hands of Christine And that bitch [??] And that shit is insane These wack nigga done came And that tramp bitch gon’ complain Like that shit is the same? Will started tripping like “Bitch, I’m the man in here! How the fuck 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 killed 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 ass 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