Listen up I got a story to tell...   Listen up I got a story to tell...      This one's about Puerto Rican ruiz gold covering two teeth   Unpredictable nigga, always in some new beef            at school he plans robberies on his loose leaf   only 17 wit the mind of a true theif   never had the patience required to make it   so he takes it, flossin wit the next man bracelet   playin the block wasted   and nobody'll smoke wit him 'cause 9 times outta 10, he laced it   revolver in his back-pack   money blendin in 'cause he half black   movin through the hood like a lab rat   never been a good student   'cause his whole wigs poluted   similar to the niggas he recruited   like nappy head chris, pretty ricky, and ronnie   became best of friends 'cause everyone of em grimey   before they met, they all did they share of dirt   now that they together situations only got worse   see brew? he the mastermind always got a mission   but his trigger finger itchy so the average nigga listen   he said his neck glisten 'cause he caught a nigga slippin   in the benz wit a system with his lady friend kissin   but now this niggas sittin   breakin down chumps on top of they textbooks   gettin ready for they next jokes   and he a big timer, i know his girlfriend Rolanda   she live uptown by Pearl's Diner   the only thing left now is to find her   and get in her vagina, and send Ricky, the bitch picky   weeks passed with her is no quickies    and walkin through the city   his eyes tattooed on her titties   they stopped for drinks   drinks led to the crib   crib led to the bed   bed led to a head   he popped the question, she said exactly where he stayed at   'cause he cheated on her twice and this is a way of payback   now he on his way back to Queens   weapon in his jeans   goin over the directions to the cream   but while he was gone, Ronny and Chris got arrested   doing a side jinx nobody really expected   now shits gettin hectic   a 4 man army turned to 2 niggas   4 arms and 2 triggers   but they aint care, they can smell the money in the air   bust in the house, loaded chrome stuffed in his mouth   made him sit the fuck on the couch, snuffin him out   and ran to the back room, punchin holes through the bathroom   they found the stash   ziplock bags full of cash   along side of some potent ass hash   a week passed, brew actin funny   'cause he aint like the idea of another nigga wit money      yeah...