A Thug’s Love Story (Chapter I, II, III)

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[Chapter I: Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick It's like some shit, straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique, met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, tryna peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm schemin' on her back, peeping her hips, fiendin' to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressin' love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat likely To be dealin' with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealin' Body revealin' and big wheelin' This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I'm reachin' for the cordless to call Miss I insist, to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who's this?" (chick) "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady?" "Fine and how you doin' boo?" (chick) "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through? "We could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink, open windows, a spot for our shots Would wanna spend those, five digit o's, on busty bimbos Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed, her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see-through holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speakin' to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhattan street, body petite, fat in the cheeks I was gettin' open, started, laughin' and jokin' We weed smokin', strokin', the shorty spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of killers Me no worry, I gots the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter I Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [Chapter II Intro: "G. Luciano"] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressin' me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twistin' mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smellin' like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Chapter II: Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeak on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and, shorty was frozen I'm waitin' for a head to poke in, and start smokin' The home invasion, right through the door, they started blazin' Bullets was grazin', shit was crazy kid I had to think fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, bustin' they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, tryna make a thug's blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, felt somethin' hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clappin', niggas rolled up in blue and black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our ass in Mash the gas, make the fuckin' wheel spin The safety again, and still doin' a hundred and ten Shorty shiverin', lip quiverin', ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep, get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We livin', made it the fuck out, mad slugs deliverin' Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo, tendin' my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dickin' her womb Hittin' full behind her, grindin' her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridget Fonda She back spasmed, givin' the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit 'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas comin' and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a nigga whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spray out, and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [Chapter III Intro] ["G. Luciano"] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? ["Mami"] I'm a little worried baby ["G. Luciano"] Yo, don't be worried about nuthin', alright? Everythin' gonna be alright ["Mami"] OK ["G. Luciano"] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? ["Mami"] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, alright grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Chapter III: Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lampin', we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We plannin', up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm countin' the dough She packin' her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sittin' on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick; "Yo you movin' too slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and, hit the Caymans With the payment", somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aimin' I drew the Mac 10 and started flamin', they did the same and Slugs sprayin' and blood rainin', I left about seven thugs layin' But this one cat was gainin', he grabbed the dame and Put the heater to the chick's brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the Glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yellin' that money in spanish Thinkin' he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fuckin' Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, "Amor, you won't be pretty no more" Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holdin' the Tec Ready to wet, I started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it, S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him "Hold your breath" Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug, lost the only women he loved And I bugged, bustin' slugs at the skies above Word