'Cause I ain't ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain't ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain't scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
And I still got some niggas doin' fed time
Niggas doin' all day without a deadline
I came home and you know I held my mans down
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas came home on some silent shit?
I never froze with that pistol I was poppin' shit
Hit that interrogation room on some quiet shit
Just get me to a cell with my niggas so we can politic
And when I hit the county I was tripping on the rock
They took the TV, I don't care just don't fuck with that clock
And when I hit the prison yard I met a lot of plugs
They saw my paper work and I got a lot of love
How Many
Tee Grizzley
{unkown}
She walks into my office with tears running down her face.
"Whats wrong now," I ask her.
"She hates me," She tells me. I don't know why she was trying to be her friend anyway.
"So what do you want to do" I run my hand down my hand.
"I don't know," She says crying.
"Cut that crying shit it's annoying ...damn. I can take King and Joy out it's nothing" I tell her and she sits down in front of me.
"I want everyone around them to be gone....then them two left and pick them off one by one," she says and I smile.
"finally you are joining us," I tell her and she smiles. "We've been trying to take them out now. we start today," I tell her and she nods her head.
{King}
"Man what," I say not trying to scary Joy.
"it's not looking good we at the hospital on 6 street," Killa tells me and I hang up.
"Joy baby... We have to go" I grab her hand and she looks at me like I got shit on my face.
"What why" She asks me.
"It's Troy," I tell her and it looks like she just seen a ghost. Before the waiter comes with our food I pay for it and I give her a big tip and we leave. It felt like it took us hours to get to the hospital and plus the car ride was quiet the only thing that was making noise was the radio at a very low volume. As I drive I felt myself squeezing the steering wheel. I just wanna know who shot him. Probably the same mf that shot Chy. This shit is draining. I thought I'll never say that but I'm tried im only 23.
"You cool," I ask Joy and she pops her head up and nods it fast.
"Yeah... I'm cool, you?" She looks at me and I nod my head.
"Yeah," I tell her. I look at her for a second and put my eyes back on the road. I've seen her grow so much over these couple of years. The only reason why we met was because of Troy. If it wasn't for Troy I would've never meet Joy. I never got to thank him. Damn Troy, he better be oK.
We pull up to the hospital and meet everyone is here even my mom. About 40 minutes of being there the doctor comes out.
"How is he doc" I ask.
"I'm Sorry"
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