Story, Pt. 2 - Masicka

Yeah.

'Member a we bring the ink to life

Genah Side!

Puffy gun empty, Tyler gun one in

Puffy start run, a just the two of dem standing…

Puffy start run, a just the two of dem standing…

Anyway, Puffy drop

And you know, Tyler nah itch fi buss di block

Cyaa wait fi him turn over, crack him head back

Di block jam, di block jam, «not even a ratchet mi nuh got»

Sirens and car horn sound, a di cops

Puffy just a listen fi di sound of di strap

Member him a killer outta road so him nuh shock

Him just a wonder, why him a wait so long fi make him heart stop

Tyler squeeze off!, like a bomb buss

Puffy still conscious

Head-back in pieces, «you reach in the wrong stuff»

Dat Tyler tell him when he start fi turn him over

Puffy losing too much blood, body getting colder

Puffy waan fi look di killer straight inna him eye

And Tyler waan fi see him face, two a dem a soldier

Two a dem a 'par from baby stage…

Two a dem a 'par from baby stage…

Tyler cyaa believe and Puffy confused

Tyler heart cold, but this a wrong move

«We a 'par from box truck, marble, mackerel and rice, nuh have one shirt and

one shoes»

«Cyaa believe me tek your life, mi bredda»

«Me fi protect your life, mi bredda»

«Even though you turned your back pon me, and I would never»

«Left me inna jail fi rot, no dawg, dat never clever»

Tyler running, as him get him thoughts together

«Me waan fi kill di boss and bun di cheddar»

«Then shoot mi self, it kinda rough fi live with this forever»

«However, Puffy never genuine like leather»

Tyler a killer

And killer, and kill a though

Tyler a killer

And killer, and kill a though

Tyler nah change

Low dis tek

Him go di nine night, fi show respect

Anybody 'member him face and a move off key, him prepare fi bore him neck!

Puffy a him dawg, dawg 'til death

Him go di funeral to show respect

When him see, Puffy gyal a bawl, Puffy son a bawl

Tyler walk over, counting him steps

Don’t know wha' fi say, drowning in sweat

Know inna himself, him nah nuh regret

Touch Puffy youth and say, «Di lord gon' protect»

And

Two a we a 'par from baby stage

Suffering like slavery days

Used to skip school fi smoke Craven A’s

Rough, that’s the way we raised

We never have no lady ways

Puffy was the gangster though

Tyler n’even pierce him ears

Couple years pass

Puffy youth a grow now

Puffy gyal forgot him

That kinda old now

Tyler tun big don, start mek him own dough

Plus him kill the boss, yeah, him I’m control now

Him keep the link with Puffy youth, send the money now and then

«Anything you waan you can call me phone yo»

«And tell yuh mother say, she’s not alone yo»

Living the life, yeah, strapped up with the chrome though

Anyway

Puffy and Tyler youth a 'par

Strip club, Champagne, fastest of car

Tyler start fuck di mother, plus she need help

Cyaa do it by herself and di bills a stress her

Puffy youth never like that

Everyday him pray, «God bring mi father life back»

«Fuck college, man strapped up with a nice Glock»

«Tell me folks me say, go up pon di corner when night drop»

'Til one day Puffy youth link Tyler, two a dem sidung and a build

Puffy and Tyler was like bredda, him a teach him fi make mill

Door knock

Door knock

Door knock

Door fly!

«Pussyhole don' move or your dome fly!»

4 guys dress up inna full black