WHAT'S THAT?
[Wow man. An audience.
Listenin' 2 me talk sense. I can't believe this.
Well then, let me begin.]
1 day I was walkin' home [the usual way]
Just mindin' my bizz-nazz
[Same shit, diff'rent day. U know.]
Neway, I was kool, [as yall can c]
Smile on my face, greetin' people on the streets
'Hello'
'What's Happ'nin' Man?'
'Ooo. Cio Bella. What's ur name? How u doin'? Ry ry.'
[So I gave her my #] 777-9311.
'Holla at me later. Denise.
Peace.'
My day just got betta & my mood was sweet
'Til 1 brutha came along & ruined my ntire v-i-be
He didn't greet me with wordz from his mouth or a nod of his head
U know like, 'What's up?'
I wish he would've walked on by nstead
He pulled me off 2 the side
I looked dude n his eyez
[He said], 'Fool, u betta recognize!'
[Now, I was about 2 get bad on his ass, but then I replied,]
'Hey man, WHAT'S THAT?'
[He looked me up & down, stared me all around. Then he said,]
'Hey, brutha. I like yo' glasses, yo' jacket, & yo' shoes'
[I said,] 'No doubt. Me 2'
[Then I thought,] 'Was that the wrong thing 2 do?'
[Now he's angry] 'It's time 4 u 2 realize!
[I said,] 'W-w-wait. Hold up! WHAT'S THAT? What chu tryin'
2 hide?'
[Homie pulls out his GUN, his GAT, THE CHROME, his PIECE]
'OH SHIT! Now I c.' [Now I c, he wish he could b me]
'Give up the gear, fool. Give it up!'
[I thought,] 'What the fuck? Is 2day the day?
The day 4 me 2 die, ova these things that nebody can buy?
[So I told him,] 'Yo, homes. I'm not ready 2 go...'
'Shut up & hand ova the stuff. Stop wastin' my time neea,
or I gotta bust u up'
[Then I said, n my head, 'Stand strong. Show no fear.
Don't b scerred' 'Yeah right. I'm still shakin' n my draws & my
ass is tight.]
[Then I told him,] 'I'm not ready 2 go n2 the light, so listen up...'
'No! mutha fucka. U! listen up.'
[BOP! BOP! BOP!]
[Three 2 the gut]
'Oh fuck. If I had a 2nd chance, I would give it all up.'
©2001 KoOL BrEAZe
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