Timmy Izz - To B Minor Lyrics

Ran him down in two blocks, shook him out his tube socks
All he had was two rocks, took him down with two shots
Misdemeanor guided him, to the felonies
Then he fell on knees, praying please block him from his enemies
Funny how the shooter gets shook in this position
When the tables turn around, how he sounds his condition
Got a girl and some kids, maybe taking care of mom
None of that was sacred when he ran with the squad
In that saloon he got a fresh cut
In an all black suit as they closed the body up
Mama can't take it, said she had enough
His clique down the ride as the circle tightens up
We gon' hit him back cause they did a bro dirty
Doesn't seem to matter that he died from being thirsty
All that matters is the clap back
Will we ever learn, you get it how you live
That's just how the world turns
This will count for three grand, took him down to three land
Couldn't find a free man, shook him he's a free man
They ain't seem to like it so some niggas started cussing
Guess he thought he try it till them niggas started bussing
He was still a fresh man, the bullet holes fresh man
Hoop dreams deflate as he's viewing from the stand
Could've let it beat him as the liquor started crying
Instead of being defeated, the brother kept grinding
This is how it is as the world keeps turning
I wish a nigga wood so the fire keeps burning
I wish the hood good, let's do some local earning
I'm sending out the love why this hate keep returning
Crabs in the bucket, I find it quite concerning
A little less envy, a little more affirming
Stop the code switching, the renaissance returning
Open up your eyes, realize the emerging
The ones that came before you, made the way just for you
Four walls with no view, it's not the groove for you
Thirteen minus twelve, leave me my first amendment
So I speak on crooked cops and some good ones I can mention
Nobody born bad, that's just how some people built
Gotta break up out the cycle, wash the dirt on out the quilt
Stop blaming other niggas for the stupid stuff that you did
Stop making mommas daddies, listen nigga that's your kid
And as I lay my head down to sleep
I know some sins I might have to reap
But there's some good still in front of me
I chose today to make a clean sweep
Sometimes I got a dirty mouth
Consequences of the dirty south
But my momma kept a clean house
Signing off the last boy scout