K-Rino - Tied In lyrics

Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes

Yo, this brother was a perpetrator
Petty crime-ass trick
Hanging with the clique but riding much dick
Quick to get kicked in the face over jack
So he left the pack to try
To sell his own crack
Started in the hood, made a couple of G's
That's when the true soldiers came and
Put his shit on freeze
Cashed out the minute that he
Pedalled his last rock
Make one more cent in that spot
Get his ass dropped
So he thought, "Nah, this ain't gonna work"
Got his nuts out the dirt
Then he called his brother Bert
Bert had the hook-ups, the bank
The guns and the clip
The hoes, the grip and fiends on his tip
In my opinionation the high capper blows in
When he walks trough a door that
Locks when you close it
But that's coinciding with
Slanging and riding
It was dope that was guiding a
Life he was tied in, kick it

Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes

Yo, my boy was paid, now the game was clear
Made more money in an hour than
You'd make in a year
Fear was no factor, ain't nobody gonna hit ya
When ya walking with thirty
More motherfuckers with ya
Knocking out brothers in a club parking lot
Many freaks got slapped and
Many perpetrators got shot
He had the game down packed
So cold in his mind
That Bert would let him run the
Show from time to time
And that's when the boy got lazy
Too much power made his ass go crazy
Bert went out of town just to make one drop
But hoping he'd meet a cop
Oh boy set up the new shop
And that shit was wack life bank they made
He got paid but took his cut like a jackknife
Two grand a day he was hiding
It's like suicide in the life he was tied in
Kick it

Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes

Yeah, he's making all the dough
And to top it all off he
Was fucking Bert's main hoe
So when he came back he was pissed
And the crew had wrote the new
Kid's name on a death list
His scared face provoked a threat
He was the only motherfucker in the
Room who broke a sweat
No ass kissing, no reminiscing
Just explain how the fuck
17 grand was missing
Grabbed his gun and tried to pull it out
Slick-ass trick that he was
Boning that night, she took his bullets out
Click, click, they sucked him up
Bucked him up to make a long story short
Man they fucked him up
Strapped his ass behind a Mack truck
Making it worse
They hit reverse and cold backed up
Over his chest and all blood
Is what he lied in
His stupid ass died in a life he was tied in
Kick it

Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Living in the Park that's the way shit goes