Protecting Ryan (Skit)

Protecting Ryan
 Protecting Ryan
 Back when I was a teenager
 Me, my brother Vish,
 and My brother Greg was playing basketball at the court
 There was these two niggas in general
 that just kept fouling, just fouling, fouling
 So I went up for a lay-up, I'm like "ball nigga!"
 God damn, they talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit
 He jumps up in my face
 So I throw an overhand right and a hook
 Bitch! 'wham! wham!'
 This nigga falls to the ground asleep
 All you see is Z's, birdies, stars, you hear all that shit
 And then I run up on the nigga that
 he was with that was also talkin' shit
 I said "what's up"
 Soon as I said that,
 this nigga Vish just threw the basketball
 and hit him in the face hard as fuck, 'boom!'
 Now if he was about to say something tough,
 he must have just changed his mind 'cause
 that nigga turned around and broke running
 All I heard that nigga saying was, "I don't want a problem"
 And right when I was thinking to myself, 'where the fuck is Greg at?'
 I'm reminded of why I never call him when there's a problem
 He got this thing about protectin' Ryan, he just kinda overdo shit
 So the next thing that happened in my mind, went like this:
 Greg flew into the picture,
 possibly from out of the sky, I think he was wearing a cape
 He landed infront of me like 'duhn duhn dah duhn'
 With a knife in his hand,
 with the handle taped up that he had been keeping under his
 front driver's seat in his car the whole time and nobody knew
 This nigga just blacked out and started
 swinging the knife at the dude I dropped
 'swoosh swoosh swoosh' "I'mma kill you mother fucker!"
 And start cuttin' the nigga
 I had to grab him like, "Greggy,
 what are you doing? Don't kill this nigga!"
 The whole park just went silent
 And then the silence gets broken by police sirens
 And all you hear from each way is people going,
 "Greg throw the knife on the roof!
 Greg throw the knife in the pool! Get rid of the knife, Greg!"
 And he drops the bloody knife right in the grass
 I look at him, he looks back at me
 Prison bars just come in between us and surrounds him completely
 My mother and father just outta nowhere pops into the picture
 And I said, "You ain't have to try to kill him Greggy"
 My mother and father, "Why you have to try and kill him Greggy?"
 He said, "I was protecting Ryan!"
 And then he went to prison and started writing letters home
 "Dear Momma
 I'm so sorry
 All I was doing was protectin' Ryan"
 And then he came home
 "Ryan got a record deal, did you hear, Greg?"
 "Yeah, I deal with a record everyday that
 I got for calling myself protecting Ryan."
 "But you ain't have to call his wife a bitch right to her face"
 "See here we go again, don't nobody never see my side of the story.
 Everytime I turn around, y'all either defending or protecting Ryan"
 I think I get it now
 Thank you for protectin' me
 I wouldn't be where I'm at today if you hadn't protected me
 Thank you
 Thank you for teaching me how to rap
 Thank you for teaching me how to scrap
 Thank you for sacrificing your life so I can have a better life
 Greg, is that what you want to hear?