K-Rino - Tied In lyrics

[Chorus: K-Rino] Money, hoes, cars, clothes... Living in the Park that's the way sh** goes... [K-Rino] Yo, this brother was a perpetrator pity crime-a** trick Hanging with the click 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 gees That's when the true soldiers came and put his sh** on freeze Cashed out the minute that he pedalled his last rock Made one more simp in that spot got his a** dropped So he thought: "No, this ain't gonna work!" Got his nuts out the dirt, then he called his brother Bert Bert had the hook-up's, the bank, the guns and a clip The hoes, the grip and fiends on his tip In my opinionation the high capper blows in When he walks trough the door and locks when you close it But that's coinciding with slanging and riding It was dope that was guiding the life he was tied in Kick... [Chorus: K-Rino] Money, hoes, cars, clothes... Living in the Park that's the way sh** goes... [K-Rino] Yo, my boy was king, now the game was clear Made more money in a week than ya make in a year Fear was no factor: ain't nobody gonna hit ya When ya walking with thirty more motherf**ers 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 let him run the show time to time And that's when the boy got lazy Too much power made his a** go crazy Bert went out of town just to make one drop But hoping he meet a cop or boy set up a new shop And that sh** was wack life Bank they made, he got paid but took his cut like a jack knife Two grand a day he was hiding His life's suiciding, a life he was tied in Kick... [Chorus x4: K-Rino] Money, hoes, cars, clothes... Livin' in the Park that's the way sh** goes... [K-Rino] Yeah, he's making all the dough And to top of all that he was f**ing Bert's main hoe So when he came back he was pissed And the crew had wrote the new kid's name on a d**hlist His scared face provoked threat He was the only motherf**er in a room to broke a sweat No a** kissing, no reminiscing Just explain how the f** seventeen grand was missing? Grabbed his gun and tried to pull it out Slick a** trick that he was boning that night, she took his bullets out Click, click, they shot him up, bucked him up To make a long story short, man: they f**ed him up Strapped his a** behind a Mack truck To make it worse, they hit reverse and go back up Over his chest, in a blood was what he lied in His stupid a** died in a life he was tied in Kick... [Chorus: K-Rino] Money, hoes, cars, clothes... Livin' in the Park that's the way sh** goes...