On The Mash (The 'Maserati Rick' Song)
Based on the story of the Best Friends gang, a contract-based 'black mafia' hit squad and drug cartel from Detroit.
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Lyrics
n*** don't believe that song/
that n*** 's wrong/
gangstas don't live that long/
Once upon a time in the Detroit city/
there was a young big shot wit' knots of "hunned's" and "fiddy's"/
he was know for whipin' fancey cars and stackin' them ends/
matter of fact his casket looked like a Merced-Benz/
he lauder his money through ar washes and hair solons/
far from low-budget the dope game upper echolon/
boss of all bosses cream dela cream/
top dope man, in Detroit, that was him/
if you had problems his goons would difinately solve em'/
and f*** twenty-eights he delt tousands/
now that volume/
half his crew did hits, the other moved packs and thangs/
and if he ha to... you know he made them ratchets bang/
livin' lavish and n*** s was hatin' him/
made enough enemies to fill up Tiger Stadium/
gun-fights/
broad day light/
room 307 Sanai-Grace/
that where they killed him... they shot him in his face/
live fast, die young, make a pretty corspe... see... while ya livin' have fun cause when ya dead... ya done.
[n'sync with Breonna]
My n*** s is on the mash/
and we out here chasin' cash/
livin' violence/
but keepin' it balanced/
dealers, pimps, players and ho's/
somehow someway we'll get that doe/
we gon handle it... I said we gon handle it, awwhh baaby
you proof that this f*** in' dope game is a curse/
there was another n*** , who ran wit' my mans from the first verse/
served 5 years fo' buglary, and possesion wit' intent/
if a fly landed on him... it had to pay rent/
extenvise operation. Multi-millions/
to hide his dirty money he bought apartment building/
open 3 store and bought real estate way down in Alabama/
pretty good fo' a n*** who did time up in the slammer/
flaunted his money... and to prove that he made it/
he took weekend trips to Atlantic city and even Las Vegas/
they kilt his best friend the feud was on it was goin' down/
and to prepare fo' war he was forced to go underground/
the muthaf*** in' streets was yappin'/
and so he decided to fake his own kidnappin'/
patients and preseverence/
several months he maitained his dissaperance/
while still gettin' money and still pistol grippin'/
but they caught slippin/
... eventually/
a violent death in the dope game was ment to be/
the battle raged as the tension got thicker/
Broadway City Slicker he was spendin' that bread/
thats where they got him/
shot him/
twice in the back of the head/
[n'sync with Breonna]
My n*** s is on the mash/
and we out here chasin' cash/
livin' violence/
but keepin' it balanced/
dealers, pimps, players and ho's/
somehow someway we'll get that doe/
we gon handle it... I said we gon handle it, awwhh baaby
