Little ***** In Da Hood
This is the story of our little Tyrone
A 12 year old ***** liven all alone
Wasn't stealin, gangbangin or shooten up crips
All he did was odd jobs for clothes without rips
One day he was out sitten, chillen with his bros
When he saw that real *****, that everybody knows
It was Darnell Latries, the neighbahood thug
He was tall and sketchy with a dew like a rug
He came up to Tyrone, all cool and ****
Said "sit yo *** down, I need to talk for a bit"
So he rambled on about his business sinking
High school kids just aren't into drinking
And he finally spit what was really on his mind
I need boys to deal coke, or a drug of that kind
Before our little Tyrone could refuse his request
Darnell quickly told him why it'd be best
"you'll get a quarter of the dough after each ***** pays, and if you're good at what you do, I'll give you a raise."
So here we find Tyrone doin what he could
a new nickname,little ***** in da hood
He started small and clean, only a couple grams a week
He didn't see his future turning out so bleak
Never caught once or shot up, never put to an end
He had brothas and sistas and chill best friend
Our ***** by now was turnin 14
When Darnell sent him to a different scene
Your headin to the west side of fifth ave
Tyrone said, " but D it's not like I eva have"
You'll be okay you my little man
It's a quick drop off, and if it goes to plan
You'll be makin 650 no cuts or
Welcome to the big leagues, this'll be your last trip
So Tyrone hit the road headen to west side
Determined that this would be his last ride
From his eyes big bucks were in his sight
But I'll tell you now, **** didn't go right
While in his way, he saw a cholo
He was a regula customer named donalobo
He was a tweaker, a stoner, and a crack head
He came up to up to Tyrone sayin "where you head?"
Happy that this drop would be he his last time
He said , "goin to the west to sell more then a dime"
When our cholo friend asked how much he had
You could tell this Beaner was glad he had
He made a plan in his mind to get all he could
From the west side buyer and our ***** in da hood
He told Tyrone that the pigs were just out of sight
And he assured him they weren't packing light
Told Tyrone to hide so he wouldn't be seen
And he was able to foul the naive teen
lobo ran to the house where the drop was at,
Knocked on the door twice and pulled out a gat
When the door was open, with no words said,
He shot every ***** in dare, shot em all dead
After Tyrone averted his planned out path
He saw a door wide open, and did the math
This doesn't look good he thought to himself
But he saw his buyers money sitting on a shelf
He walked in blindly without a quick look
Never even saw lobo, the real dirty crook
Put his gat to the side of Ty's head
Whispers, "give me the **** or the walls will turn red"
Tyrone know he was ******
So he ran and ducked
As the crazy cholo let his gat spray
He missed every single shot
Except for the one
That bounced with a ricochet
With a bullet to the brain, no longer insane
The druggie had seen his last fix
Tyrone walked out the door, and he finally swore
This **** wasn't worth 6
He went to Darnell, and with a yell
Told everything that happened today
And after he was spent, done with his vent
Darnell said, "go take a vaca"
Our little Tyrone was lucky as hell,
That the cholo hadnt shot when he should
But to this day, we still say
Of our little ***** in da hood.
(This was a rap one of my friends wrote while procrastinating. Fixed a couple mistakes, but not all of them. Pretty good, right?)