Lemme tell a little story, about this dude I knew, he said
Used to go to school out in L.I.U., he said
He’d make me a bet, he’d own his own jet, and he’d
Show me the city, from a bird’s eye view, said he
Came from Jamaica, he had a little paper
He owned a couple acres, and then I caught the vapors
That’s how we got together, on the bike
Late night, Kawasaki leathers (Ah huh!) He used to
Wine and dine me, dom and sex and we be
Arm and armor, ‘Mani dress and see I ain’t need
A leprechaun, or four leaf clover, I just
Woke up one morning, and he copped the Rover, see?
I knew about them girls, he had back then, but
I was getting money, I ain’t care ’bout them, ’cause
They was getting Gs, I had Ms, I used to
Split my dividends, with all my friends, ’cause
I was in the lounge, they was in the Greyhound, like
In and out of town, moving coke by the pound, like
Guess it didn’t sound right, ’cause them bitches was mad
Started plotting, trying to get what I had, see
My homegirl Teisha, said that Keisha with the
Real black lips, used to smoke that reefer, some
Bitch, named Dawn, used to fuck LaiQwan and
Alicia with the chinky eyes, used to be with freaky Ty
Lived across the street, from this nigga named Tiki Diamond
Yeah, chicken noodle bitches, like a pack of Ramen
They had it out for me, kidnapped my brother
At the rucker, ’cause he used to put it down for me

Oh my God, they caught Brandon, I got his picture in the mail
He was rocking a Vanson, the note said
“Bitch, we got surveillance on the mansion and we gonna need thirty million for the ransom”

To be continued