Bambu, Kronik Plague - Riches to Rags lyrics

She was 16 christine
Feeling like a sick fiend
Stomach always twisting
From the shit the bitch seen
Higher than a muh fuck
Can’t face the pain sober
Rather feel a hangover
Playing like the game’s over
Came from the other side
White sheets and pitch forks
"What the fuck you doin’ in these
Streets you little rich ho?"
That’s how she met John
He ain’t give a fuck either
Fresh out of high school
Life was such a tough teacher

He’s a product brought up by a mother
Of who would tie a rubber
Band around her arm to calm herself
She called herself a worthless junkie
So John move in with auntie
That’s how John met young Christine and he
Would use the tools he learned
From watching Mommy turn a trick he
Up and turned little Christine out
Drunk one night on John’s couch
50 bucks a fuck, she’s a hooker now
Born official but see what Johnny
Didn’t know was big
Brody taxes everything on the
Block that he rolls

On the block it was cold
Shivering with Will again
Intimate with Christine was big
Brody’s biggest friend william, a simpleton
Thought was in love wit’ her
Even took his condom off once to
Bust a nut in her all of a sudden that nigga
Brody hit the block quick
Ahh shit stop! Bitch you ‘bout to get shot
Quick duck! Oh it’s too late I
Wish John was right here!
Wait Brody don’t shoot first
Listen to her idea!

How dare William jump in front of Brody there
But he swear the idea gon’ get him somewhere
He said broad you better speak upon it
Talk before I change up
And push William aside and let
The Special 38 dump "Umm…" Christine spoke
Still a little shook up
She laid out the pieces
The puzzle bubbled and cooked up
John keep his money stack stash in his
Floorboard and his 44 been broken
Functions no more

No more no more she ain’t no whore
No whore no more she ain’t so poor
So poor no more we can go to war for
What’s in that floorboard
What’s in the floorboard

"John he was sitting on bomb"
Said William all calm
"We can get him" as he lower Brody’s arm
Uh, huh he was trippin' on one
He won’t listen, uh uh
"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"
"It’s on"

There was one prob gun cocked
Aiming like a jump shot
John was practicing with the weapon
That he had just bought
See he was in the back street
Shooting craps on black heat who flash heat
Had beef with Brody stemming from last week
"Whaat?" that’s how John reacted when
He heard the news
He told him that Brody was only out to come
Meet his fiend and said you can choose
Between the chrome or the black piece
He’ll give him either or
For Christine’s ass cheeks
So now he had heat, sitting in his
Black Caddy, chillin’ in a back alley
Twistin’ up a mad fatty
Looking at his gat happy every
Time a bottle broke end of his gat smokin’
Somethin’ like a Optimo

So Brody and Will and Christine
Go to John’s house
Brody held the biscuit, Will had
Duct tape for his mouth, stun gun
"Shh, someone coming duck down"
Door opened up to drunk John
Falling on his couch
Brody made his way towards him but
Ducked back down when he
Heard the sound of someone else
Walking in the house it was Cathy
A fly little side piece of eye candy who
Had eyed John for a very long time
They had drunk all night
Now Cathy wanted dick
Cathy unbuckled the Levi’s and
Kissed it a bit
Christine snatched the burner from
Brody and cocked back
Put a bullet in the back of Cathy’s head
And the splat of the brains on John’s lap
Got John sobered up "What the fuck?"
Put the tool up to Christine like, "Back up!"
Christine started yelling now
"How could you do this!
I loved you, you knew this!
Do I look that stupid?!"
Broadie screamed at Christine "Girl chill
Sit still! We still need to stick to
Our plan for the bills!"
But now Will will kill John after realizing
Christine still feels hella feelings for this
Lying, pimp, conniving trick
Now it’s all bad plans bad
‘cause now emotion involved in the plan
Christine feel played
Brody trying to get paid
John stuck on confused
Will’s in an envious rage

John flashed through his days
(passed through his daze?)
But now he sitting in brains
At the hands of Christine and that bitch
And that shit is insane
These wack nigga done came
And that tramp bitch gon’ complain
Like that shit is the same?
Will started tripping like
"Bitch, I’m the man in here!
How the fuck you tell him you
Love with me standing here?"
And still thinking John’s gat was all act
He tried to stun gun the young but John shot
Blat! Will was killed on contact
Brody was quick to react but not as quick
As John was to let off another blat!
Now they both shot, both bleedin’
Both on the floor seemin’
Like they last words was
"I shot his ass first!"

John faded away last thing he seen was the
Last person on the scene left alive
Christine but she wasn’t trying to help him
Her reason was apparent
When she wiped the gun
Took the cash and moved back with her parents