[Chadio]  Yo,  this joint right here  is dedicated  to the infamous, late great  Donald Goines  word life, C-R-U, Cru representaion    "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 doin what he gotta tryin to make the most  And for those two shootins, 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 ooze this time he had a mack in his backpack  Yawnin, in the wee hours of the mornin  Pimps' known to leave his whorehouse at dawnin  There he is, suddenly appears  Nuthin in his hand except a six-pack of Heiniken 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 racin wonderin 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 Mans Justice Black Mans Grief"