Aceyalone - Junior lyrics

Yeah yo, what up?
This is Aceyalone what's happening?
Yo let me tell you a story real
Quick about one of my partners
About this cat I know one of my homeboys
And we just gonna call him Junior


Yeah, Junior got some money just
For being a good kid
He sealed it up and never
Even opened up the lid
Girls gave him candy cause
He treated him nice
He took it home and chopped it up
And doubled up the price
Miss Thomas at the parent's
Conference said we honest
She was astonished at his confidence
And what he accomplished
He respected his elders


But he knew who he liked
He listened before he talked
And he never would fight it's like
Everybody knew him or they wanted to know him
And anytime they did something for him
They felt that they owed him
He was learning a life game that
No one would show him
He had more than an idea
Of where he was going
He grew into a young man
And gained some trust
And he had a knack for pleasing people
And that was a plus
Any situation he was in, he would adjust
He never cussed
And he never fussed what he discussed

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
We was the same age
But, I still looked up to him
Because we had this thing together
Some people just got that knack
And you can't do nothing about it
But he ended up being
A victim of circumstance
Because he's on the rise and, you know
He's gotta battle against the odds
And my man had such a good demeanor
He was smart, man and he was a hustler

And he had a natural ability
To bring people together
And which people he brought together

Junior had it good junior had it good
Junior had it good junior had it good

By the time he turned 26, he was intense
He was becoming a young prince with
A whole lot of sense
Not only could he make money hustling white
He had a little bit of everything
To get you some height
They made cash with him so
Nobody wanted to hit him
But they'd get him if they had to get him
Get rid of him quick
But why kill off the goose
If you're making the grip
And why kill off the captain if
You run a good ship? Some people are strong
Some people are weak other are smart
But still don't got a stomach for the streets
But Junior had a different angle
He was an angel the Calypso changed, though
The game could tango
'Cause he can't tango or dance with
Wolves or waltz with a rattlesnake
What would it prove?
They started salting up his program
Hoping he'd lose
But he stayed cool, and he stayed steady
Making moves
Yeah, okay meanwhile, Junior's off
Doing his thing
And living up to his full potential
But the haters
And I don't even want to call them
That cause they're worse than that
But he's become a victim of the monster
You know, the machine, the revolving door
It's them that's got versus
Them that can't get
And ain't gonna never get

Man, four years later
Junior got him a nice stack
Compared to what he used to have
Now he's got twice that
When beef is at his door
He decided to ice that
Now knowing more and more
He was caught in a mice trap
He wanted to fight back
But who could he tell?
The lesser of the two evils would
Just put him in a cell
Everybody around knew that Junior was frail
But he didn't need muscles to make it
All he needed was a scale
A hundred and twenty-thousand in
Cold hard cash
A stash at gun blast that don't even ask
You get beat by the only one
Thing that can beat you
Defeat you, cheat you
The streets will eat you
Jealousy and envy make a person deceitful
Then you add greed to it
Combination is lethal

Well it's a short life knowing that
It won't be a sequel
Sometimes bad things just happen
To good people

Yeah so they killed him
They murdered him in cold blood
He died face down in front of an empty safe
And for the fools that did this
I hope you rot in hell
I hope you live in hell for my nigga, Junior
Rest in peace