'til motherfuckers gotta call the 911
while i'm some lunatic giant gun
kush - don't push my button
'cause we gon' stomp a hole in your ass
douse you with gas and light you 'til you roll in the grass
you ask what the fuck is wrong with me
and why the fuck do these sick kids sing along with me
i'm from sicker aves where nickel bags are doping up
fourteen track dimes roping it up
churches on the corner talking 'bout the pope and stuff
kids never saying that you're doing coke enough
i'm trynna scheme 'cause i'm broke as fuck
what are my chances? tell me i should go for what?
things ain't going so right when you're living on zero street
where the villains and the thieves and the heroes meet
and the kids are keeping leaned up the wall
things ain't going so right when you're living on zero street
where the villains and the thieves and the heroes meet
and the corner's filled with disillusionment
guns they have 'em in school
faggots and fools in a zone done stabbing a dude
hookers and maggots with tools eating chinese food
back to the neighbourhood where it's grimy too
where police roll the streets like they 910