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[narrator] When you deal with the other side, you see things They warn you, they let you know, about your friends around you People around your circumstances One must have belief in order to believe One must see in order to know These little things I tell you is what's kept me here Is what's made it, possible, for me to tell you this story [Prince Poetry] Chuck Cheese! Everybody neighborhood's fuck-up A wild shorty, touched, heads got stuck up Under the trestle wrestle with your chains 'til your neck muscle Veins pop out, gimme, paper cut your bled vessels So what you real? He'll test, no question Always on the ave in plex mode, impressin Baby girl with jewels and his pretty boy complexion He was makin them lose their minds, packin two-two's Ready for testin plus prime time Stickin your atm, expert, vickin your two-week's work Jerk settle for lickin ya if any funny moves is made Known through the pj's for puttin bodies in graves All over the tri-state, now why wait, when crime pays That's what he started sayin from way back in the days He had plans, to stick up the bully, and his mans But got caught up with the heat When jake rolled up in two fifty passenger vans (Aiyyo! Aiyyo! Get up off me man. Get up off me. I didn't do nuttin man! Yo, yo, whassup yo? What's the problem? What's the problem?) {*"thugs bustin slugs..", "shorty's down for his respect"* [Prince Poetry] Anyway after puttin in three or three-to-five You thought Chuck would be happy just to be alive Now thoughts of cash [?] connections Occupied his mind first, a nigga didn't waste time gettin work When he seen the scheme gettin less green Chuck Cheese got grimy, him and about fourteen Was countin paper on the line at Green Acres And behind them was the shiny link, it's victim, a move-faker And so they caught him on the way to the car In the parkin lot a shot was heard from afar (whassup now sup now?) Money's grazed, shameless, without all of the frontin Chuck, you know the one with the new link he's now manhuntin For more, who get ten G's a wop, on the low From two hot shot spots in Hollis bold G's that stole Pushin weight, through the [?] Metro, he's contracted Twenty's a hit on his head, jealousy didn't like the way that he acted Now Chuck heard the news and got attracted Ready to bring racket to the wrong full metal jacket Bold, he got some love on the street, he knows about it Now a tactic or patient retaliation is routed He gets outted! (Yo f'real, this little skillet-head nigga. Runnin around disrespectin, you know how we get down on Southside. Word to strength, he gots to go. I don't care how it happens!) [Rude One] Yo, the word got back, to my highest of rank This cat's burnin my ears son, his suicidal tendencies Got me askin about him, the word on the street is Y'all all wanna out him, all present and accounted There ain't no way around this dilemma, he's stoppin cheddar Seen the better part of life so yo he keeps a baretta But all we gotta do is, follow plan A through To the letter, y'all choose the in and outs on you [Prince Poetry] And just two days later Gator and Chuck was creepin up Sufton Out of the dark called yo Chuck they advanced and started buckin (What the fuck?) He screamed with no time for duckin, six struck Rules even apply in these mean streets nigga with no discussion Ask Chuck!{*Blam blam blam blam blam blam*
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