Ms. Jenkins

[Chorus: sample of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen]

Momma, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Momma, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

[Ca$his]

Geah, it's Ca$his, Shady Records

Real music, not fool music

There was just - a lot tears shed over what you been through

A mother's pain pays, for what her kid do

As Brian light fades, in the rearview

You enslaved to her, but gotta skid through

We was both bangin, Brian and I

Different neighborhoods so we chose different sides

Confrontaton in the street, so we had to ride

I won the fight, his pride felt I had to die

He screamed 1-8-7; I say, "I never hide"

You know where I'm at boy, I ain't hard to find

A couple weeks went by, we passin time

He seen me in the alley with his niggaz, I

was just dealin off Cavi then I seen the .9

Then I, heard a shot, he just kept firin

I started runnin, duckin, now I'm hidin

The whole time conscious of my own homicide and

I got away, click-click in the nick of time

His clip dropped down, he start signifyin

"You a bitch Ca$h, run with your bitch ass"

Heard sirens, then I heard him hit the gas

Right then, I knew your son wouldn't last

I said to myself, "Folk, I gotta kill his ass"

Roll through my apartment, hit the buildin fast

Gun out of my closet, hit the stick and dash

Put the, strap in my pocket, on my mission I saw him

Down the block sittin back, sippin 'gnac

I walked up like, "What's the business fam?"

He stared death in the eyes, then he shook his head

The broad he was with, shook as fuck

Put the barrel to his head, buck buck buck!

He fell to the ground, grass covered with blood

I probably go to hell for what I did to your son

I walked off slowly bugged, I ain't run

It's been five years, and no it's never over

He left me no choice, I offer you closure...

He left me no choice, I offer you closure

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X: Ca$his - overlapping Chorus]

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I send you my love

Hi, I'm Ca$his, I murdered your son

I'm closin the chapter, on what has begun

Dear Ms. Jenkins, I murdered your son

[Ca$his]

Dear momma, if you gettin this letter

I'm dead, I'm sorry if you gettin this letter

Wait - I'm sorry I ain't live a lil' better

My own selfish will wouldn't send you this letter

See - I had my hat cocked on the wrong spot

I threw the right sign up, on the wrong block

Blaow, blaow, bloaw! Ramone shot

Fuck a Ca$his momma! Ramone shot

It started as a fight, on a distant night

But far off the homicide, pistols tight

We still... grieve over your brother

Now you, grieve over your son - what the fuck?

He squabbed me up, this my hood

Some nigga named Ca$his from Chris' hood

He supposed to come back with iron, I ain't scared

Yes I am momma, I don't wanna be dead

But I can't run; too late, to try and change it

Born as your son but dyin as a banger

When my name gets discussed for entertainment

Never share this letter with a stranger

Please, please

[Chorus] + [Hook]

[Ca$his]

Dear Brian, it's Ca$his, I can't sleep

I had to bang you, before you bang me

Just like I blame you, you could blame me

We both gave up our lives for banging (yeah)

We didn't know each other but we share the same hate

Your death is my life, so we share the same fate

This ain't what bangin was for, killin for nothin

Your death gave karma for the death of my woman (Monique!)

I'm tryin to make amends cause within I'm croak

But outside I'm hard, my friends don't know

I'm sorry that I killed you, I know it don't mean shit

We both could've stopped it, if we only seen shit

Happens for a reason we don't even know it

When you leave here, do you know where you goin?

I'm sendin my apologies through a song

Maybe we can reconcile when I'm gone

[Chorus] + [Hook]