paroles de chanson $horty $tory - Mir Fontane

Now, here′s a story 'bout a lost young soldier
Far from a killer but the streets made him colder
Found himself a plug and now he makin′ mad paper
Jumped into a gang and now he thinkin' he's a gangster
He lost his mind when his baby and his bitch died
Stray bullets from drive-by ripped up her insides
What a price to pay, and what a thing to lose
And not a single word on the fucking Nightly News
Enough to make a sane man lose a couple screws
Bought a ratchet off his homie, got some things to prove
Called Joe, "Yo bro, I need a ride real fast
I got 10 for the gas, just meet me out on the Ave"
Joe pulls up and Shorty hops in and daps ′em up
Now they riding ′round the city freestyling and crackin' up
Shorty told him he was hungry, Joe said it′s whatever
Suggested Wawa, Shorty told him "I know something better"
Go to the spot 'round the way, next to the shop that sell tires
It′s open 24 hours, I heard the chicken was fire
"Well we out"
They turned left and headed back down South
Joe takes a long pull from the Dutch in his mouth
He said "So wassup, ain't heard from you in weeks
You ain′t answer none of my calls and you barely out in the streets"
Shorty told him "I just been low, I'm fucked up in the head
Last week I had a family and now all of 'em dead"
Joe sat back stunned then hit the wheel like "That′s ridiculous!
You gotta be a real bitch to go shootin′ some bitches!
Man, tell me where they at, I swear they dead on 6's!
I′m shootin' any nigga lookin′ suspicious!"
Shorty nodded his head just to confirm that he was wit' it
Ice cold, hard rain beatin′ on the Honda Civic
As they pulled up to the back of the spot
Joe reached behind his back and put his strap in the box
He look at shorty like "You ready?" but
Shorty he ain't movin', said Shorty he ain′t movin′
Cause just a couple minutes, Shorty drew his last conclusion
The energy has changed, Joe still sittin' in confusion
Shorty pulls his gun out and says "Don′t make no sudden movements!"
He said "I had suspicions, but I just ain't wanna believe the shit!
Clues was in my face, but I was just too blind to see the shit!
I said I lost my family and you sat right here and lied!
How you know I lost my girl? How you know which way she died?
You could′ve told me like a man, but you ain't flinch or break a sweat
You said you′d kill 'em on 6's, you even lying on the set!"
He snatched the flag from off his neck, he gripped the Glock even harder
Flashbacks of his pregnant wife and his unborn daughter
That′s when Joe reached for the box, Shorty let off some shots
Joe still breathin′ a little, his chest bleedin' a lot
Shorty hops out the whip, he hit the block and start runnin′
Hot pistol still on his waist, he feel it burnin' his stomach
He need some wheels, cause it′s way too dark to run through the Hills
Outnumbered by rival gangs, they'll kill a nigga forreal
He spots a white Toyota slowly creepin′ down the block
He pulls the metal off his hip, aim at the driver, she stops
It's a woman, around her 40's, brown skin with the locks
Driving on her way home from work, she resembled Shorty a lot
He told her "Bitch get out the car!" but instead she hit the gas
Shorty jumps out the way and busts a couple shots at the glass
Prepare yourself, cause here′s when things get incredibly real
As the Toyota on that hill slowly came to a still
Shorty ran to the drivers side, broke down into chills
He dropped his gun when he saw his Momma slumped on the wheel
Welcome to Camden