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the good, the bad and the ugly
About they never talked about the guns or the drugs 'Til I saw the guns and the drugs There is tons in the hood I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life  Watchin' "Scarface" thinkin' that was a life Slingin' dope or coke, respect, money and power But what happen when things start to go sour Everybody want to see more cash  But ego's clashin', that's when egos crash See the two of them started when they was in dimes Graduated, now they movin' bricks at a time Down to do whatever even wet up cops  Tryin' to build an empire so they shut up shop They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down A buster went from Philly straight to China town Now there is dough's poorin' heads thinkin' it's the same  All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo But that was a no no  You know the code of the streets; everybody gotta eat And that's how shit in the hood be Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be For the next three months Bolo is nowhere to be found  They say 'cause of the beef that's why he left town And everybody knows why they don't get along He's a greedy bastard - stole half a meal from Fom Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly  You play with his money now he's violent and ready They was partners - betrayed by his own man So he really gotta take action into his own hands Father forgive me for the sins I commit But when I see that thief again, that's it  [Chorus] The good, the bad, things can get ugly Every hustler over this money thinkin' what it should be Never know who, when, where, what could be If you still alive then you'll probably understood me  Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment Bolo's going through it, baby mama through it All that dumb shit he be puttin' her though Disappear for three months plus he hittin' her too  Now she got her bags pack then she ready to bounce Didn't leave a thing - not even the keys to the house Let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all Went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall  He's back for his jewels, that 'n the cash Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his stash Get his money right then he leavin' again Off to find a new life and start breathin' again  So the deal was made and the buyers agreed And exchanged - they bring what the suppliers would need Pick a spot in China Town uncle Lenny used to own Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known  Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky Wanted the whole cake - somethin' smell fishy Back in the kitchen the money was waitin' Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan  Dress in all back with gats - this ain't part of the deal Had a me set a mouth for the kill Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years  Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they missed him But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed 'em Grabbed the suitcase threw a table at the goons Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon  The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride Cut up from the glass but he made it alive Now he's back at the crib frankly they say at least He was just being chased by thugs and the police  Countin' his dough sittin' on the couch' in Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch' in Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn't then So he paid his baby ma' 50 Gs' to let him in Damn  [Chorus]