Pharoahe Monch - Art of Storytelling lyrics

[Verse: Russiani] I remember being dead broke, mama about to lose the house Plus I'm f**ing n***a's b**hes, so you know they talking about Riding through my six with two, finna give me sixty-two But bro got a pistol too, came with the extendo too He handed me the AR, a scope and said... "This clip should do Plus I'm busting twelve, this shoots fifty, they'll catch sixty-two Shots go through the driver side, that mean the driver died The car crash and k** the pa**enger, double homicide Now ima ride, is you?! I know you ain't scared n***a!" I replied "f** nah! I'm sending shots through the chair n***a!" But I was paranoid as sh**, trying to fill my void and sh** Rolled it up and sparked a spliff, plus Cutty just got off his shift He came through, big bro started giving him directions Plus he slid him a g-lock, incase he needed the protection Told him "Pull up 'round the block, it's five after nine o'clock, if I picture this n***a rolling, ima treat him like he's Pac!" Now I'm in the intersection, knee down like Tim Tebow If these hallow tips hit him, paramedics yelling breathe slow But then a hour went by, my trigger finger losing hope Started goofing off with Rob, like this n***a is a joke Talking sh** on all the blogs, it's game time and now he choke And just like that the time changed, a whole 'nother time frame n***as speeding down the block, pistols out the window sideways He just hit Rob with two, I'm sending out recover fire Eyes gleaming down the block, my big brother under fire He military with the sh**s, hit a n***a and a tire I send twenty out the auto, f** around and hit the driver Run up on the car and the AR just start screaming louder I'm fingering that nina like I'm tryna get some cream up out her Woo! Man I walk up on the scene, this sh** look ridiculous I turned twenty and caught two bodies But could you picture this? n***a in the back was up, I tried to block his pistol but... Cutty woke me up and said "you ready to hit the block or what?"