Q-Unique - Mr. Lopez lyrics

They were scheming on the corner of the block
It was Ray, Killa J, Flip, Ricky
And Little Portaroc
Devising a plan to take Mr lopez for his loot
And shoot to kill if somebody get cute
They starving in the ghetto
Know there's armour and your metal
When you're fatherless and settle for
The garbage in the ghetto
It's too many days of being
Broke that'll invoke greed
Wanna forget the problems
That's why they smoke weed
The plot went down for the chosen spot
Forget if he was old or not
Then get him when he close the shop
Tie him up in the back
And open the cash register
Give the keys to the safe, puto
We blast lead at you
Mr lopez crying begging for his
Life remembering his wife
When his soul was headed for the flight
Somebody deaded all the the lights and
Then the shots popped off
Before you know it cops got
The block blocked off

Mr lopez got shot (Bloodshed in Brooklyn)
Police tape off, start the investigation
Five suspects under an interrogation
You're guilty until you're proven innocent

Mr lopez got shot last night
(Five Hispanic men) they know who did it but
Nobody's gonna say a word
It don't matter cause they'll never
Get their prayers heard
Street life bring the Devil out of desire

Mr lopez dead on the cold floor
They were sure they'd score and
Take over the whole store
Confidence turns the guilt to confusion
Too much thug shit has built an illusion
The question reigns
What infected their brains?
To relent with pain for
A collection of change
Stress, rage, depression gets strange
Sick in their head
Their perception's deranged
Heavenly need turns to envy and greed
On the floor screaming till they
Get him to bleed he watched them grow up and
Buy candy from the store
And them slide when their mom couldn't afford
The demon and the dollar
The gun is possessed
Destroy life and family, such a bloody mess
Dreams where his dying life went
Dead for forty dollars and ninety-five cents

Mr lopez got shot oh God, I'm dying repeated

Six hands carry, six hands let go
Watch the dollar bill in the
Street increase the death toll
Death means everything and it
Can mean nothing
Especially when someone's in your way
And you need something
Could you honestly say Mr lopez
Got what he deserved?
All the unnecessary pain to me seems absurd
So uncalled for, what's it all for?
So uncalled for, what's it all for?