Lyrics Story, Pt. 2 - Masicka

Story, Pt. 2

Yeah.
'Member a we bring the ink to life
Genah Side!
Puffy gun empty, Tyler gun one in
Puffy start run, a just the two of dem standing…
Puffy start run, a just the two of dem standing…
Anyway, Puffy drop
And you know, Tyler nah itch fi buss di block
Cyaa wait fi him turn over, crack him head back
Di block jam, di block jam, «not even a ratchet mi nuh got»
Sirens and car horn sound, a di cops
Puffy just a listen fi di sound of di strap
Member him a killer outta road so him nuh shock
Him just a wonder, why him a wait so long fi make him heart stop
Tyler squeeze off!, like a bomb buss
Puffy still conscious
Head-back in pieces, «you reach in the wrong stuff»
Dat Tyler tell him when he start fi turn him over
Puffy losing too much blood, body getting colder
Puffy waan fi look di killer straight inna him eye
And Tyler waan fi see him face, two a dem a soldier
Two a dem a 'par from baby stage…
Two a dem a 'par from baby stage…
Tyler cyaa believe and Puffy confused
Tyler heart cold, but this a wrong move
«We a 'par from box truck, marble, mackerel and rice, nuh have one shirt and
one shoes»
«Cyaa believe me tek your life, mi bredda»
«Me fi protect your life, mi bredda»
«Even though you turned your back pon me, and I would never»
«Left me inna jail fi rot, no dawg, dat never clever»
Tyler running, as him get him thoughts together
«Me waan fi kill di boss and bun di cheddar»
«Then shoot mi self, it kinda rough fi live with this forever»
«However, Puffy never genuine like leather»
Tyler a killer
And killer, and kill a though
Tyler a killer
And killer, and kill a though
Tyler nah change
Low dis tek
Him go di nine night, fi show respect
Anybody 'member him face and a move off key, him prepare fi bore him neck!
Puffy a him dawg, dawg 'til death
Him go di funeral to show respect
When him see, Puffy gyal a bawl, Puffy son a bawl
Tyler walk over, counting him steps
Don’t know wha' fi say, drowning in sweat
Know inna himself, him nah nuh regret
Touch Puffy youth and say, «Di lord gon' protect»
And
Two a we a 'par from baby stage
Suffering like slavery days
Used to skip school fi smoke Craven A’s
Rough, that’s the way we raised
We never have no lady ways
Puffy was the gangster though
Tyler n’even pierce him ears
Couple years pass
Puffy youth a grow now
Puffy gyal forgot him
That kinda old now
Tyler tun big don, start mek him own dough
Plus him kill the boss, yeah, him I’m control now
Him keep the link with Puffy youth, send the money now and then
«Anything you waan you can call me phone yo»
«And tell yuh mother say, she’s not alone yo»
Living the life, yeah, strapped up with the chrome though
Anyway
Puffy and Tyler youth a 'par
Strip club, Champagne, fastest of car
Tyler start fuck di mother, plus she need help
Cyaa do it by herself and di bills a stress her
Puffy youth never like that
Everyday him pray, «God bring mi father life back»
«Fuck college, man strapped up with a nice Glock»
«Tell me folks me say, go up pon di corner when night drop»
'Til one day Puffy youth link Tyler, two a dem sidung and a build
Puffy and Tyler was like bredda, him a teach him fi make mill
Door knock
Door knock
Door knock
Door fly!
«Pussyhole don' move or your dome fly!»
4 guys dress up inna full black