growing up in these streets
Singer:dj kay slay
tryna get the fuck up outta there
just gotta keep your head in the right direction
don't play with these niggas out here
from blazin' chandeliers on throats
there's land on the coast
pipelines be pumpin' nighttime with kilos dispersed
a bulletproof hearse in back of the church
the timeline won't even last
clogs and knots and rocks and parks
but hate bein' the stickup kid
'cause what i did could have cost me a whole lifetime
and everybody knowin' everybody
niggas in front of the lobbies until bodies drop
keep your loved ones movin'
i guess we grand groovin'
checks the shines until then we fine
cash rule everything around mine in the mind
the drugs raids to sex craze
from fruits loops and leche made it to head jefe
murder scenes when the tec spray
you gotta have sight beyond the x-ray
slump bodies in front lobbies
young hotties gettin' drunk hoppin' in mazzies
been in the mix since slick rick flowin'
lost for words when they offed the homie surge on the jooks
my whole outlook on life was blurred
them corner curves just bein' there
and as far as leavin' there
seen it all from sutter ave to seton hall
east elmhurst to eaton wall
same song just sets changin'
from sellin' crack to rap
unexplainable murders where shit runs deep
the neighbors can't sleep
that's why i pose in the flicks with my heat
i got burners all over the place like a song leak
my man open arms for a hug
i gotta tell myself take your hand off the grip
automatic spit like a dumb bitch with a tongue ring
it's classic like them dat machines up in king
she don't never have to pick a killer's face in a lineup
his face resembles a young oscar de la hoya
this kid's attorney is torture
like a skeleton sucked in
atf come through swingin' that big shit
they here to put two in your biscuit