This is a story of a man named Brady
Who lived in the rough side of the hood
He was one bad ass little negro
Robbing liqueur stores according to his mood

And all the homies called him Lil' B
He was as bad as a nigger can be

The bitches loved Lil' B
But Lil' B loved their brothers most
Because our hero, you see,
Was from Turkey, not the west coast

And all the homies called him Lil' fag
The poor guy had no nigger to shag

So Lil' B was sitting on his sofa
Watching soap operas any time he could
Until the cops pulled a raid on the ghetto
Shooting every nigger in the hood

Lil' B had to kiss his ass farewell
As he boarded the fast train to hell.