this here storyline,

hey it's so hard out here growing up in theses streets,at s young age,when i was straight up hustling in the game,i knew this bad bitch,about 25years of age,finer then a bottle of champagne,but she was straight up into getting wade too,too,high on anything that she could get her hands,up in this here street game,as long as the money was right,then the feeling would be right,on her knees,back door,in the alley up underneath the ghetto street lights, she use too have a old highschool flame,i think that the young nigga,name was mezza, serious type hustler up in the game,you could always catch him up on his grind,on all these neighborhood street corners,serving all these feins, whatever that he think that they need,but you niggas always know how the game goes out here in these ghetto streets, niggas see you trying too comeup,and here comes all the envy, hate,and jealous,sat in,we all knows how the story goes,your main homie and so called friends,turn on you just like the winds steady blowing,the wrong way when you really, really,needs too cool off up in the game,but you always had too have a bad bitch up in your face,not knowing that,that was going too be the reason for your down fall,up in this here hustling and grinding game,one of your closest homies,pitch a game play too this here little thick bitch,named Jazz's,and she was straight up down with it,so she bump into you at the club,gave you that preetty smile,and rub you on your hand,steady give you them pretty puppy eyes,and your stupid ass,fall for line hook and sinker,so she called you up too meet her at her apartment,so when you got there,you called her cellphone,and she told you what her apartment number,so when you got too her door,and knock on it,you heard her voice,say come on in,you should have felt something wasn't right,but your stupid ass came right on in,and was straight up met with a black ski-mask,and a straight up chrome 45,now you looking the angel of death, straight in the eyes,as your whole life unfold,as your body hit the cold floor,all you can think old why did i allow this bitch too play me like this,why did i get fuck without no grease up in this here street game,damn,damn,why did i go out like that,this is another story of a young gee,like mezza,who played the devil's game out in these cold hearted streets,and findout the karma out here in these streets,is a muthfucking bitch,is a muthfucking bitch,thats why you trust none of these niggas or bitches up in this here hustling game, chicago's six, signing off up in this booth, dropping another bad one,for your muthfucking mind frame,your muthfucing mind frame,i aint go out like that "boy",up in this here rap game,