Goines Tale

[Chadio]
Yo this joint right here is dedicated
To the infamous, late great Donald Goines
Word life, C-R-U, Cru representation

[Verse 1: Chadio]
"Black Girl Lost" her pop is "Daddy Cool"
Former "Dopefiend" now a pimp, damn fool
He's a "Black Gangster", "Inner City Hoodlum"
Phat prankster, must admit a pretty good one
But little do he know he on a "Death List" and shit
This'll be "Kenyatta's Escape", "Kenyatta's Last Hit"
"Crime Partners" he and Ken' was
Till one day they spark that traum up and got a buzz
Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his wife
So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his life
Promised Kenyatta would "Never Die Alone"
So he went home, and shot his wife while she was on the phone
Shot her in the head and then she lay dead
Pimp jeted in his "Eldorado Red"
Kenyatta didn't die he would "Cry Revenge"
Wouldn't stop till he saw the pimp's dead end
Pimp went to whore house to see his "Street Players"
Collect all the doe cause yo that's what the game is
Pimps called "Swamp Man" cause he's like a Munster
Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster
See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore
And from this the violent mental scars we wore
Forgot about Kenyatta thought Kenyatta was ghost
While doing what he gotta trying to make the most
And for those two shootings, he never got caught
Smart man ended up in the new house he bought
Ken' found out with the quickness where he lived
Written the address then went up the crib
Ooze and vest he ain't fest
Sprayed his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test
Six months later Ken' was back
Instead of an Uzi this time he had a Mac in his backpack
Yawning, in the wee hours of the morning
Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawning
There he is, suddenly appears
Nothing in his hand except a six-pack of Heineken beers
Steps out the bushes, the trigger he pushes
Hits up "Swamp Man" and mad blood gu-shes
Fills him with lead, puts the last in his head
Then slides, "Swamp Man" lay dead
Runs up a few blocks there go the cops
They must have heard the rat-a-tat-pops of the shots
His mind's racing wondering what he should
Give up or say, "Fuck It!", and spray the cops too
Stops in his tracks and bends down to kneel
She been shot before yo he know how it feels
He drops his gun, and with it the beef
Now a "White Man's Justice, Black Man's Grief"