Story Behind The Song

THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.

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Lyrics

TITLE: ( BAD MOVE)
AUTHOR & PUBLISHER: LORENZO ("LONDY") WHITE
WRITTEN & CREATED BY: LORENZO("LONDY") WHITE
Beats By: LORENZO ("LONDY") WHITE AND ERROL("E-BOOGY") KELLY

YO! HOMEY GUESS WHAT. COPS GOT YOUR LISCENSE PLATE, THEY HAVE YOU SPEEDING DOING A YARD ON THE INTERSTATE. QUESTION NO ANSWER COPPA GOT IRATE, SHORTY RESPONDED BY SAYING, YO MEN AM LATE ON MY FIRST DATE. O.K. LET ME SEE YOUR LISCENSE AND REGISTRATION, SHORTY DIDNT HAVE INSTEAD HE PULLS OUT A TWELVE GAUGE, ON THE OTHER HAND COP PULLS OUT HIS THIRTY EIGHT. CLICK, OOPS, KID SHOT GUN JAMMED, BOOM SHAKA, COPPA SHOOTS THE KID IN HIS HANDS. HANDCUFFED TO THE WHEEL COPPA SEARCHES THE VEHICLE, HE OPEN THE TRUNK, HE SCREAMS OUT UNBELIEVABLE, LARGE SUMS OF MONEY DRUGS AND GUNS, IT SEEMED LIKE HE HAD ENOUGH JUST FOR EVERYONE. WENT BACK TO THE CAR TRIED TO CONTACT FOR HELP, HOLLY TOLEDO, OH! MEN THIS LINE GONE DEAD, I CHECK THE WIRING, IT SMELLED JUST LIKE BURNT LEAD. AN HOUR OF DRIVING THE RADIO (KILL) DONT WORK, YOU HAVE THIS KID IN THE BACK CALLING YOU A JERK, COPPA TURNS AROUND AND GIVES HIM A BIG OLD SMIRK, AND SAID, YOURE THE ONE HANDCUFFED AND YOURE SURELY FEEL LIKE DIRT. COME ON OFFICER GET THIS OFF A ME, LETS FORGET THIS EVER HAPPEN AND LET US LIVE A LIFE LIKE RILEY, AM SORRY KID BUT THIS SOUNDS LIKE A BRIBERY, NOW I HAVE TO CHARGE YOU WITH ANOTHER COUNT OF THIS FELONY, LOOK KID YOURE IN SOME SHET YOU WILL BE GOING UP THE RIVER, YOU THINK THOSE RUSSIANS HAVE IT BAD IN SIBERIA, THE KEYS BEEN THROWN WE WILL NEVER SEE OF YA. THEY REACHED THE PRECINCT SHORTY GOT FINGER PRINTED, TOOK HIS PICTURE MUG SHOT HE WAS BRANDED, MADE ONE PHONE CALL, NO ANSWER HE WAS STRANDED, WENT BACK TO HIS CELL NIKEYS THUG DEMANDED, PULLED OUT THE NEWPORTS CONVICTS GOT HAPPY AND THEY HOUSED IT AND THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING THAT IVE JUST HAVE STARTED. BAD MOVE I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO IT, BAD MOVE I KNEW IT AND YOU BLEW, BAD MOVE I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO IT. NOW YOURE OUT OF JAIL WITH NO JOB NO LOOT, CHILLING IN THE MORNING LIKE A QUARTER PAST TWO, TRYING TO PULL A FAST ONE. ONE TWO SKADOO, THE SAME COP THAT GOT YOU BUSTED, NO WAY MAN, NOT DEJAVU. MAYBE IT WAS A FRENCHY NIGGA WHO GAVE HIM VOO DOO. NOW BUMMY AND RUNNING PASSING DITMAS AVENUE. HE HID IN THE BUSHES BY PROSPECT PARK ZOO, SCARED OUT OF HIS WITS HE SAW NO ONE, HE HEARD BOO, FARTED, PIS, SHET CAME OUT TO, SCARED LIKE A MOTHERxxxxER HE WENT COO COO, THE SARGE SAID FREEZE DID YOU MAKE A BAD MOVE, NOW YOURE BACK IN THE PEN SON AND YOUR LIFE IS THRU, JUST BECAUSE YOU MAD A TERRIBLE MOVE. I TOLD HIM FROM THE BEGINNING NOT TO DO IT, BUT HE DID IT AGAIN AND AGAIN NOW HE IS WHIPPED AND NOW HES IN JAIL BEING SOMEONES FRUIT. BAD MOVE I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO IT, BAD MOVE I KNEW IT AND YOU BLEW, BAD MOVE I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO IT. (4:20)