And yes y'all, yes y'all This is, a different type of dedication To my man Marcus from Kansas City But I'm just tellin' ya straight on up Don't be messin' with no drugs Whether you're young, whether you're old Whether you're bad, whether you're bold Don't mess with it cause it's not for the soul And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John Who was sellin' crack, just like it was Avon And you know y'know the reason I say "was" Because that's no longer what my man John does There was a time when he was wearin' much gold Drivin' a Benz, Jaguar and a Rolls The lifestyle he lived was far from penny ante Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho, word to granny's panties 'Cause he would make dough-roll, and swing it like a yo-yo Bein' broke, was just a no-no But then the day came when John got caught And he was dropped like pantyhose without support You shoulda thought about, what you did in the past To realize, this fast livin' wouldn't last But, the same guy that was a big hoodlum Is now in jail, waitin for someone to duke him
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Subject two, and this one is a doozy A messed up story about a girl named Suzy Now when you're on WIC, the problems may seem enough But you know she had to get Scotty to beam her up On a crack mission, no type of ambition Make blunts disappear better than a magician Her eyes got dim, her body got slim She said there's nothin' in the world like a good ol' stem On and like on and, and it was strong Grabbed her pipe and sung a song "I want to get high, so high!" "I want to get high, so high!" She'd go out buy a nice rock just to suit her Then hit the weed spot to be blessed by Buddha Bum offa Lucy to complete her stimulation Put it all together for a perfect combination I mean this girl would actually buy a rock with The very last dime she got in her pocket And when she saw her friends, comin' from the spot Like Prudential, she got a piece of their rock That's why
Subject three, finally, the E-N-D about a girl by the name of Marie She used to be hot, most beautiful to the utmost I mean this girl was blessed with an overdose Of curves, swerves, word to the mother my brother And boy did the B-I-Z love her But then those were the days My friend we thought they'd never end And she looked alright, to the S-K Biz Markie But then she got on drugs Started wearin' extensions and rugs And let me tell you what say happened to Marie Because nowadays Marie don't look so hot Every time that I see her, she's headed for the spot Her hair is all knotty, got Scotty got her body And her underarms kickin' like the ho know karate Her clothes are real dirty, and usually the same As for money she don't have a dime to claim Because when I saw the girl the other day She was puttin' a pack of Now-or-Laters on layaway