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by Cru feat Slick Rick
Lyrics by: Chaddio, Yogi
# Debut Chart
28 May '97 R&B
68 Jul '97 Hot 100


Once upon a time Let's see if I remember Back in January Nah, chill, it was December True 'cause that's when L started his bid Partied through the New Year January third, he slid Up until then Yo, L had it swell Called him Sweet Pea Like his name was Pernell He did the job Money came with ease Blowing outta town Moving bricks and keys Him and his chick In forty G rides Holding down fort Like they Bonnie and Clyde Luxury cars Of all makes and models New outfits everyday Downing champagne by the bottle Glass in the air (air) Toast to my team (team) Toast to my cream And the scotties that beam While others fiend I'm about's the beamer Think about your girl Just say what, I'm a dreamer Called up Cru Yo, they probably in the studio Phil Collins in the background Su-Su-Sudio [CHORUS] Now this ain't funny So don't you dare laugh Just another case About the wrong path [repeat CHORUS 2x] Where's my chick Sent her on a mission Hope she ain't slip On that pickup Yo, who this on my flip What, my cash and He fucked her with that A Me and Mitch rolling Over there quick fast Rolled up on the spot It's that kid, Uzi Ed He took me for my paper So just call him Uzi Dead Used to run epps with him Back in the day Mitch popped the trunk Passed the German AK You dirty rat I'm 'bout to bless that ass Better take cover from The rat a tat tat Uzi Ed, ain't have a vest Three to the chest Ed got blessed L got life, Ed got death Honey took the money And she slid to the left Back in the day I told L she was shady Now she in Cali About to have Ed's baby [repeat CHORUS 5x] Yo, what's the word, kid Tell you 'bout a brother named Sid Got work release After doing a three to life bid Cause of drug logic Shouldn't touch it Now out to budget With a movie star chick From outta Edenwald Projects

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Nice job, took prison camp drives While he promised up and down To live a civilized lifestyle The sweat off the brow Was soon on garment Both worked, got themselves A two-bedroom apartment Great statement, without delayment Away went, saved to get a house on One of them low down payments But an idea concocted his stock Why don't we try and turn this money Over on the drug tip So he gave his man A shriek and excitement Didn't know his peeps Were under secret indictment Sick of the path That'll get you hung by the neck Sent him back up north To do a super long stretch again Black folk, you know the half Don't laugh, it's just another case About the wrong path [repeat CHORUS 4x]


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