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Urban tale about three stick-up kids, told from a observers point of view. Featuring Geneva Rodriguez & Denko. Visit www.tygervinum.com for more.
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Tyger Vinum is a Writer, Producer, Filmmaker and Videographer from Springfield, Massachusetts. He is currently Owner of his own record label Vinumous Records operating out of Amsterdam, Holland. Tyger Vinum has worked with Hip-Hop icons Kool G. Rap and Sean Price, as well as Planet Asia, Ruste Juxx, Shabaam Sahdeeq, PaceWon, and many other artists. Tyger Vinum has released four albums (International Hustler 2004, Sinister Ambitionz 2007, Grindin Muzik 2010, Tha Audio Bully 2015) and seven singles while travelling the globe. His new single "G.U.N. Muzik (Grab Ur Nutz Muzik)" drops January 2019. The following single "Tha GlobeTrotter" releases in March. Aside from the music Vinum is currently working on videos for the upcoming Underground Artist Major Threat album. Tyger Vinum has performed on stages in The Netherlands, France, U.S., Germany, Greece, Russia, U.K. and numerous other countries. Book Tyger Vinum now.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,533
Peak in subgenre #749
Author
Tyger Vinum (L. Baldwin III)
Rights
2004 Vinumous Records
Uploaded
November 04, 2006
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:52
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This black BMW, shot past the lake. Would’ve hit the hotel, without emergency brakes. Four men jumped out, and rushed the place. Chrome pieces, black gloves, masks over the face. Kicked in the door, shot the clerk at the desk. Blood sprayed across the wall from the back of his vest. A man reached behind the counter grabbing key thirty-nine. Then they walked to the elevator, in single line. Two broke off, running up the stairs. The woman on the elevator looked real scared. They stepped in, the door closed, and off they went. The doors opened, they stepped out, leaving bloody footprints. Meeting at the door, in synchronized time. Tension so strong, you could smell it like pine. The man with the key, pushed it in the lock. On a night silent you could hear a pin drop. Hey I got a story to tell, you wanna listen. I know a little something about the body that’s missing. Hanging late night with this old man fishing. We watched from his boat, while Heineken. The door opened wide, inside the room was dark. Two by two the men moved in, like hungry sharks. I seen guns spark, bright like flashlights. Heard screams start, like vegas during fight night. All of a sudden the bathroom light came on. There was a body in the tub, with half it’s skull gone. Two cats from the car, stood over it. One poured on ice, the other battery acid. Their man came in with his mask puled off. Bleeding from the side, kissed by a sawed-off Shot gun undone, I watched his life run. Thru clenched fingers, while his friends stood frozen. The last guy came in carrying a silver case. Seen his man bleeding, asked if he was safe. Deep wound losing blood, at a rapid pace. Bullet through the face, helped decide his fate. Hey I got a story to tell, you wanna listen. I know a little something about the body that’s missing. Hanging late night with this old man fishing. We watched from his boat, while Heineken. The last three cats, broke for the front door Soft drizzling outside turned into a down pour. People rushed out the building, in every direction. Anybody in their way, got a lead bullet lesson.. High caliber weapons, sprayed by mobsters. Sliced through flesh like blades from helicopters. They made it outside, then jumped in the whip. Tried to get away, but to much traffic. The driver jumped out with a back-up plan. Ran to the front car with a gat in his hand. Snatched the driver out, Jersey car jack style. Pistol to the face, left a gapped tooth smile. The two in the car, met him on the street. The guy with the case sat in the passenger seat. Lights flashed in the distance, with siren sounds. Fading away into the night, I wondered what they found. Hey I got a story to tell, you wanna listen. I know a little something about the body that’s missing. Hanging late night with this old man fishing. We watched from his boat, while Heineken.
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