Johnnie had killers on the payroll
And cops on the payroll
Nobody made a move without The Curry’s say-so
Start off with B.K.’s.. the “Black Killers” my n#gg#
But grew up to be one of Detroit’s biggest plug n#gg#s
While Y.B.I. and Pony Down made newspaper headlines
He hustled in the shadows, silences was his goldmine
His pops fronted him the money, to help him get on
Hit the block with the work gotdammit it’s on
Him and his twin brother.. they handled things
On the streets and city hall, controlling things
Bribing cops and politicians was a very smart move
That made them invisible no mattеr how much work they moved
Had a ten yеar run.. that’s longer than most
Could’ve retired and went legit, but d**n he was close
Had money and political clout to make that happen
But he had a snitch in the crew, telling everything that happened
But he ain’t know it at the time
A gangster was in his prime
Sipping the finest wine
And sporting the latest vines
Pull up at Belle Isle in a fancy car
The way he walked, talked, and dressed.. you knew he was a star
He had a whole bunch of whips.. sitting in the valet
Throw the driver the keys and be like: “Have a nice day.”
Controlling the day.. and controlling the night
And anything he want, he can buy the sh#t twice
If you were lucky, you caught a glimpse
The kilo-man, but he behaved like a player, a pimp
Quiet and low-key, but at the same time charismatic
In a tuxedo, but tucking a semi-automatic
Butch Jones and Gun Buttrom caught cases.. operations fell to pieces
The Curry Boys swooped in and picked up all the pieces
Living large and doing it big in “The City of Boom”
He survived and thrived for two drug booms
In the late seventies, he had doggy spots
But in eighty-four all his houses started moving rocks
Started dating Cathy.. she was beautiful educated and high-powered
But she only messed with n#gg#s who could move big powder
When he married the mayor’s niece
That gave him enough reach
To influence things waaay beyond the streets
Through his wife, he got connected to the city’s top cop
Gill Hill, “Inspector Todd” from Beverly Hills Cop
That’s how he knew the Feds had his phone bugged
Didn’t slow him down, a corporate thug still moving drugs
Confidential police documents, he had them all
Eastside trap houses he was bagging it all
But what you don’t know.. just might hurt you
The biggest threat he faced was in his circle
The little White boy who ran with his little bro
Was secretly telling the Feds everything he know
The White boy and his father was FBI C.I.’s
Led to convictions for Johnnie, Leo, and eighteen of their guys
Discovery pages.. a Federal case
Racketeering and tax evasion.. the charges they faced
Plead to the charge, did their time, moved on with their life
But the White boy who snitched got hit with LIFE
Now that’s street karma.. a perfect way to end this
He snitched out the whole crew, but got the bigger sentence
Aw man..
You got to laugh at that sh#t, you can help b..
You got to laugh at that shit
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