Poor Young Dave

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There once was a kid by the name of Dave Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed He paid no attention to the shit that was taught to him Always stayed strapped for the shit that was brought to him This nigga was a motherfuckin' fool Only 13, fuckin' bitches in high school Laid back, his game was trump tight He was chillin' in the day time, clockin' at night Make me wanna holla, 'cause the dollar he kept As he grows in this game, goin' step by step To the status of a Al Capone Mr. Big 6 in the game of bones But you know what they say –  What goes up, must come down So just peep what I speak as you focus to the sound [Chorus 1] A little bitty nigga by the name of Dave Who was known through the hood, 'cause he misbehaved But when the cavi got plucked it was time to get paid Sack his shit up in dubs, now he's on his way [Verse 2] Mischievous and devious is how his life was Puttin' the serve down of cavi, just to keep a pluck of bud Some of the money-makin' motherfuckers from the other side Was thinkin' about a jack move, tryna hoo-ride Gettin' jealous, 'cause my nigga's got the dope game sewn up Them niggas tried to trip... *biddy-biddy-back* – they got blown up Grown up or not, you can still get shot You don't ever play a motherfucker out for his knot Rule #1 – pay attention to this shit: "Don't be fuckin' with them little niggas, they ain't to be fucked with" Kept gettin' it on to the break of dawn Now he's known for serving more than a ozone He's got a 1-8-7 on his motherfuckin' chest A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest Lookin'' for them niggas from the night before So he can blast they ass, but he don't know they at his back door [Chorus 2] Dave on a mission out to set-trip But one of his homies is a motherfuckin' snitch Some nigga named Mick from around the way They say "We give you 20 G's if you show us where he stay" [Verse 3] A dude named Dave, caught up in the drive-by Tears from his mother, watchin' her son die Set trippin', somebody slippin', bullets zippin' Dave gone for good, now his moms is flippin' No need for crying, not dying – Dave is dead Point blank, he took a 9 slug to the head Davey, the wannabe gangsta from the hood He wasn't that bad and he wasn't that good All he understood was get crazy blitzed So he bought some of "that" to get some of "this" "This" got him "that," but "that" went to "them" "Them" being "they who made his head lay" He didn't obey, he said he made this cash Crash from the gun, Dave lies in ash Smash – it hits the front page quick Now business is conducted by that fool named Mick Mick – fell for the trick And he'll be dyin' And his moms will be cryin'