Dayton - Tunnel Monkey Player

Sing a song of long ago When things were green and movin' slow And people stopped to say hello Or they'd say hi to you Would you like to come over for tea With the missus and me? It's a real nice way to spend the day in Dayton, Ohio On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903 Sing a song of long ago when things could grow And days flowed quietly The air was clean and you could see And folks were nice to you Would you like to come over for tea With the missus and me? It's a real nice way to spend the day in Dayton, Ohio On a lazy Sunday afternoon in 1903

I got some bad news for you Tony. Whut choo got? We lost the whole shipment. Whut you mean, we lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug Cartel Intercepted the whole Shipment. Those fuckin' guys, every fuckin' thing to happen! I Told you fuckaz to Stick N Move, N get tha fuck outta there. I see lots of people gots to die tonight, fuck . , 19 muthafuckin 96, Bootleg tha Muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6 My memories get haunted by events in tha past Had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last A brothaz out here stalking me but bitch you aint no I've been poppin' window panes, my brain aint tha same no mo' Living just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that bury me Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand My mother be weepin' N cryin' while watchin' me box with a deadman Load tha AK, spot a family & kill 'em all. Take a butcher knife, & spill some blood at tha fuckin' morgue It's Murder You bitches better understand Motherfuck a plan, I'm gunning tha bitches down right where they stand Homey should've ran, but then again I wouldn't advice you to Cuz a 44 is good to go when I'm busting caps at fools Sendin' you hoes to school Well fuck the books N desks No description or police sketch, you bitch & no arrest You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villian on a killing spree Living is so fuckin' hard & dying is so easy to be Murder to tha first degree-demi, gotta represent Kill for dead presidents, in flint is sweet like peppermint You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway Murder victom found, killer though, free to strike another day Up-up and away, to get some Yahjl back where I stay Tha fedz are like mosquitos empty needles alley ways I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, I'm a ghetto champ There's no court of law, my whole neighborhood's a prison camp, Food stamps & drug dealz is all a nigga know Strut & Kokane got me addicted nigga pass tha blow Coming in ya spot with my glock to make my getaway smooth Nigga close your eyez, no surprise, bitch boom! Another Stick N Move... Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, Sight that any. Here no evil see no evil, bitch N I done got away. Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any. Here no evil, see no evil, bit A giggerdy Gangsta from tha streets, so Muthafucka dont make me bust ya Buck ya down, quick to bury your ass & then I'll bust some Like the fuckin' terror that's on the quick to put ya town away A Silencers on the tip so muthafucka there be no sound today I'm taking you niggaz to war, so playa haters lock ya door An AK 47 leaved his brains up on tha floor A killa Riddlin' fuckin' around and frontin' about his stashes 3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. Take ya shit & dashes, now of in a cascets The fever fo' a murder got me breakin' out in rashes So hide your watch-n-rings, cuz shoot and fill ya ass up with holes Reachin' fo' ya clothes, ain't no marbles on ya toes Stretchin' niggas out like limo's and creepin' down my block Shoestring got a glock, can you follow us wanted by hollow point shots? Hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killaz creepin' up from tha past My finger's fast, & you just saw ya fuckin' last Shoestring's a killa, so dont fuck with this Grim Reaper Mo' cloud than a beeper, and I hit you with this street sweeper Down where I'm dwelling, niggaz sellin' and I go swellin' Put snitches in ditches, cuz them bitches, they always tellin' My click is thick, so we be screamin' "Fuck the law" Creep mental state as three killaz you aint never saw Not from the shore so whut tha fuck the sources thinkin? Must stop the Drinkin? and Dankin'? I'm-a-leave you stinkin' Better fuck your mutha, than fuckin' that nigga, that Shoestring Cut off ya hands & all i want bitches? The rocks and rings My polo's bloody, my case was lookin' kinda muddy Step with this bald head, fuck you dread, leave him dead Rolling trough tha stocks, I'm so high, fillin' that bitch in Looking through that tension, still kickin' Flint shit S to tha H to tha O-E-S-T-R-I-N-G 96 pullin' tricks ridin' the duece with them dicks Out tha Ass. So 'xcuse me as I dust my grooves I'm diggin ya chick My pocket's thick, nigga it's time to Stick N Move... Ughhh, rattat to tha tattat, I'm-a-take take him out his misery Put his ass in a box & leave him as a memory (See when you sleep, that's when we creep Uh, Get on your toes, knock you off your feet) Game I peep. I did not know him, but I met him and now I got him Mask to Mask took my shit off, and then I shot him Left him bloody with no money. Cut his pocket Grab my glock cocked it, seen his head, popped it, dropped it Now I was rollin' like a muthafuckin' bowling ball. (You sendin' up who? You sendin' him where?) I'm sending him to tha graveyard No time to play, Eric Dorsey's on another mission I called up Jody, he be coldin' police in tha kitchen Them niggaz talkin', conversation kept him on tha phone Killa gone grabbed my chrome, I'm in his home. Let's get him gone, put him in a headlock till I heard him choke. So I used my kane, whip & slit his throat Creeped up on Jody, Jody's dead, now this shit is smooth Got away with the money and the gang, Eric Dorseys on a stick-n-move!

I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind Motherfuck the education and drug rehabilitation I'm smokin' on that weed and the green is gettin' tasty Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me November the 29th, I bust open my mommas car Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now I'm addicted to crack rock So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in Police in disguises and he tries to buy Peruvians Knockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that floor That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four Creepin up out my window pane, I smell cops A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, I took a shot I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that Since he's a fed, I took off his face for that That shit that he tried to pull You know he couldn't get away with this Bitch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin story Cops roll to the cemetary, no snitches in my laboratory I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon I put my yay out on the block, and all you hear is boom This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery Loose lips, sink ships, so this is do or die This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I. Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams Is what you said, so motherfuck a bitch ass fed I want you dead, I'm going to pump your ass full of lead Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill I pack my steel, you let him go Then we can let you live, you made that switch And now it's time to kill you bitch Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united Boom holes on them hoes, green fuck being indited Motherfuck the F.B.I., bitches I'm prepared to die Up on my tip, cause I won't slang his drug supply Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude? Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks So that mean her word ain't shit If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause I ain't fake Since my click don't snitch When I get out all my connections straight The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me Bitch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin I ain't in that mood Brinin me indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree Send me to penitentiary, come out that bitch a straight up G Never been a busta, always been a hustla Sellin yea, came up bustin caps So we could deal this dime out where I stay Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way I know Fiends around the block, soon as I open up my rock house door Gotta make some more, I'm droppin weight on that digital scale More popular than Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells Motherfuckin bitch, I want a key, give me that uncut raw Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes She plots, since I wouldn't give her no rock She sending the federal government in my spot Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so I can fight it Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indited