[Syke talking]
Yeah, this goes out,
To all my little shorties, my nephews,
My lil homeboy's kids
My big homeboy's kids,
And uh, my neutral son Chris man
Little Corey Mack I had to put you in this one man
cause you know I love you
Verse 1:
Now take little Corey Mack just livin' on the edge
Not a care in the world just a walkin' dead, people said,
He wouldn't live past the age ah sixteen
Juvenile delinquent constantly sykin' up to dope fiends,
Mean mugging over thuggin' on everybody he knew
Had a down crew tripped out on them to,
But the booze started kickin' in he couldn't win
Now eighteen on his way to the state pen
Don't turn ya back on ya friends was in the letters he wrote
His mom going broke on packages and Newports,
Time's short and now his terror's on the streets
Big Corey Mack's back trippin' only been a week
At his peak wid his devilish game
His family's tryna keep him tamed
He's tryna build his street fame
He said he can't change or rearrange for the right,
Then he didn't come home one night,
You tell me what happened...
[Syke talks]
Now this one, goes out, to my little homegirls
Nelly's daughters and all my lil homegirls daughters
Verse 2:
Now take lil pretty fine Priscilla,
Got turned out, chasin' cash and drug dealers
Big willies only leave ya lonely and dissed,
Back in the day Priscilla wasn't even like this
She had to insist on being conceited, and flauntin' her looks
Instead ah reachin' her mind in the text book
Many got shook for havin' low budgets and regular cars
No action wid a buck she wants a movie star by far,
She's gorgeous and the center of attractio
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