Royce da 5'9" - Protecting Ryan (Skit) lyrics

Protecting Ryan, protecting Ryan
Back when I was a teenager
Me, my brother Vish, and my brother Greg
Was playing basketball at the court
There was these two niggas in general
That just kept fouling, just fouling, fouling
So I went up for a lay-up, I'm like "Ball
Nigga!"
God damn, they talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit
He jumps up in my face
(what you gon' do, little nigga?)
So I throw an overhand right and a hook
"Bitch!" wham! Wham! This nigga falls
To the ground asleep
All you see is Z's, birdies, stars
You hear all that shit
And then I run up on the nigga that
He was with that was also talkin' shit
I said, "What's up?" soon as I said that
This nigga Vish just threw the basketball
And hit him in the face hard as fuck, boom!
Now if he was about to say something tough
He must have just changed his mind
Cause that nigga turned around
And broke running
All I heard that nigga saying was
"I don't want a problem!"
And right when I was thinking to myself
"Where the fuck is Greg at?"
I'm reminded of why I never call
Him when there's a problem
He got this thing about protectin' Ryan
He just kinda overdo shit
So the next thing that happened in my mind
Went like this: Greg flew into the picture
Possibly from out of the sky
I think he was wearing a cape
He landed in front of me like dun dun da dun
With a knife in his hand
With the handle taped up
That he had been keeping under
His front driver's seat
In his car the whole time and nobody knew
This nigga just blacked out
And started swinging
The knife at the dude I dropped wah wah wah
"I'mma kill you motherfucker!" And
Start cuttin' the nigga
I had to grab him like, "Greggy
What are you doing? Don't kill this nigga!"
The whole park just went silent
And then the silence gets
Broken by police sirens
And all you hear from each
Way is people going
"Greg throw the knife on the roof!
Greg throw the knife in the pool!
Get rid of the knife, greg!"
And he drops the bloody knife
Right in the grass
I look at him, he looks back at me
Prison bars just come in between
Us and surrounds him completely
My mother and father just outta
Nowhere pops into the picture and I said
"You ain't have to try and kill him Greggy"
My mother and father
"Why you had to try and kill him Greggy?"
He said, "I was protecting Ryan!"
And then he went to prison
And started writing letters home
"Dear Momma, I'm so sorry
All I was doing was protectin' Ryan"
And then he came home
"Ryan got a record deal, did you hear, Greg?"
"yeah, I deal with a record everyday that
I got for calling myself protecting Ryan"
"But you ain't have to call his wife
A bitch right to her face"
"See here we go again
Don't nobody never see my side of the story
Every time I turn around
Y'all either defending or protecting Ryan"
I think I get it now
Thank you for protectin' me
I wouldn't be where I'm at today
If you hadn't protected me thank you
Thank you for teaching me how to rap
Thank you for teaching me how to scrap
Thank you for sacrificing your life so
I can have a better life
Greg, is that what you want to hear?