This record is dedicated to Kool Herc.
I had three car miles
is the name of the game.
We play in New York
but it was made in Spain.
Who say red like a rooster head?
You pick the red you get all my red.
Black you get no money back.
Who see the red like that?
Is the one in the middle.
Alright my friend you got the red
so you get all the red.
You see black you get no
money back.
We gonna try to get my friend
till it has no end.
Because the red card you win
the black card you lose.
It all depends on the card that you choose.
Try 10 to get you 20,
20 get you 40, 40 get you 80
Then you can go out and get you a lady
Well I'll take 40 man,
I need a pretty lady
Okay it's the red card you win,
the black card you lose
You see the hand is quicker than the eyes
So you must follow my hand
my friend and not the card
How much you win?
It's that one right there
Okay that's black,
you get no money back
You're my money Conyo!
No man, you're cheating me
I'm gonna let that cheat me
You're not cheating me get 90,
get hands, you see the full moon
In the middle of June
In the summer of 79
I was young and cool
and shot a bad game of pool
And hustled all the chumps I could find
Well now they call me sport
cause I pushed the bars short
And loved all the women to death
I partied hard and packed a mean rod
That could knock you out
with the right or left
Now I learned to be cool
while playing hooky from school
At the tender age of nine
And by the time I was eleven,
I could pad roll for seven,
and down a whole quart of wine.
I was making it a point to smoke me a joint,
at least once during the course of a day.
And I would snort and skag
while other kids played tag,
and my elders went to church to pray.
I pitched pennies and downed bennies,
and played the horses at the track.
I wanted cards against tremendous odds
And my favorite game was blackjack
I'd sell them laws
because my game was so boss
I mean I had my sh** out packed
And I was running through
freaks eight days a week
Cause that's where my heart was at
Yes I was a down stud's dream
A hustler supreme
There was no game that I couldn't play
And if I caught a dude cheating,
I would give him a beating
And I might even blow him away
Stick up muggins, drugs,
in the ghetto
I grew up wondering why I wanted to
be public enemy number one
Little kids used to want to be like me,
but I al ways told them,
kid if you live like me
you die like me.
I made so much money
I didn't know what to do.
I bought everything
and everybody I wanted.
And when I got it
I just used and abused it.
And that goes to show
that sometimes wanting it
is better than having it.
You want it? You got it!
Yo, yo, who got it good?
I got it. no, I got it.
I got joints, nickels, dimes,
half ounces, ounces, pounds.
What you want? Cocaine?
I got 25s, 50s, grams, eighths,
quarters, ounces, kilos.
What you want? Dust? Acid?
I got ups, downs, loons, beat,
dope, mescaline.
What you want, man?
What you want?
Yo, you think I could get a loose joint?
We took 172 grand
between me and my man,
and we was ready to retire
for the rest of the day.
But just when we was about to split,
four stick -up kids and Grint had plans
on taking all our money away.
So then I fired five rounds,
and two dead bodies hit the ground,
and I felt two slugs strike
my bulletproof vest,
and then all Grint would get
was a bullet hole in his neck to Master
wondered I had blasted in his chest.
Me and Spoon fled the scene
and they chased us in a limousine
where they realized that some cat
was chasing them and us.
And then the flashing lights on top told us all that it
was the cops with the intentions on making a bust.
I gave Spoon the best
and fired shots at the rest
in the hopes that Spoon could get free.
But the cops shot him in the face
and hit me twice below the waist.
And then they started beating
the hell out of me
When I came to, I was all black and blue
In the hospital ward, in jail
I was handcuffed to the bed
With a belly full of lead
And a 200 ,000 bail
When I went to see the judge
The man's eyes didn't budge
He just looked me in my face
And said this here
He said, boy, all you're gonna be
Is a menace to society
And that's why we gonna send
you to the electric chair
Before I was dead
and my eyes popped out my head
I realized the type of petty
hustler I had been
Because the real hustlers steal billions
from the unsuspected millions
That's programmed to think they can win
Ha ha ha
So, I'm We'll see
you time.
Grandmaster Flash
