Mike, you bought the software and it beeped.
Said he found some dope,
not only good,
but it was cheap.
Gave me the numbers,
I said,
yo,
big,
my nigga Mike,
then found some Prince 117 to keep.
It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it.
And if it came through, we'd hit a big lick.
117 real clean.
They turned back around and sell them bitches for 17.
We gathered up the money.
We could score six,
headed out to meet them with two boozers
and four clips ready for whatever.
If we went down, we went down to the devil.
We met him in his complex.
Niggas were hanging out,
you ready to roll,
babe.
I knew it was fuckery.
Wanted to see the money,
said he never trusted me,
but I can understand that.
I got the money right here.
Now where's the * dope, babe?
Now's the time for the testing of the dope to see if it's flour,
sheet rock,
or some
powdered soap.
He went to his car to go and get it and never came back.
Oh *, I wasn't with him.
Got me real mad.
Now that's the first example of a good girl going bad.
Sticking around would be real dumb.
* this *.
I ain't waiting to see the outcome.
I hopped in my motherfucking *,
steady peeping out
my rear view, ready to shoot a bitch.
I got on the phone and called Chief.
He got him
up with Jay and I told him where to meet me.
These niggas be jacking you in Texas.
Met
up at Obsession and tossed the money in the Lexus.
I'm on my way back to the crib.
B-Do
was naughty.
Now guess what these niggas did?
Tried to run us off the freeway.
I slammed
on my brakes,
grabbed my * and got ready to spray.
And that's about the time B woke
up, popped in his whip and lit him a smoke dope.
Doing about 90, trying to catch him.
We spotted the *,
thank goodness for shooting at him.
Somebody was riding in the trunk.
The bitch flew open.
That was a nigga with a pump.
He aimed at the windshield,
glass in the seat and in our face.
Oh *.
Jay and Chief must have followed us.
Pulled up beside him and pulled out the ride gun.
Poked the driver's ass and checked him.
We veered to the left and watched the motherfuckers wreck.
We exit at the freeway fast.
A perfect example of a good girl going bad.
Now it's time to do him.
Called up Mike to help us find him cause he knew him.
My nigga was real pissed.
Cause them hoes had had it mixed up in the middle of this * *.
We followed big Mike in his Jeep,
snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep.
His little boy was sleeping with him.
I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him.
But I ain't give a * what he done.
I ain't going to kill him in the presence of his * son.
So I drug him outside.
He started to beg.
Bitch,
be the * one.
Took him to the bio.
Yo ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro.
But what about my son?
I got him.
He's in real good hands.
He closed his eyes.
Then I shot him.
Now what son's calling me dad.
I got something more valuable than money.
From a good girl going bad.
Ha ha ha ha.
Yeah.