Emerald eyes glimmer

From the night sky

She was mad fly

With braids hanging

Right down to her waist

Wrapped with a satin ties

She passed by

I smelled the fragrance

Of smoke

Mixed with Prada lace

A dope chaser

Poker stare

Lady Gaga face

She probably throw lasers

Know to cut ties

She never trust guys

She got wise

When her old man cut her one time

With a straight razor

Now she scrape faces

Use knives

As a Weapon

Few tied

Right to her thigh

Where she kept a pink .25

In case it got a little too hectic

Ran an operation

Of foot soldiers

And runners

Mostly out the way but got on radars

On the come up

Now they want her done up

Started out with 5

They want it even when it's cut up

Plus she talk a lot

She can't be trusted to shut up

To get her out the way

They tried to her with the setup

But was ready

The feds had wires on they fellas

Plus they had her tapped In her ear lobe

Tried to tell her what to do

Baby on the way

Too much to lose

Bullets fly

Caught one in the side

She cried

Not knowing

The baby was alive

2 shots

One to the chest

One through his eye

Revealed the exit sign

Right behind

Just in time

Another story on the line