Post by russianduck23 on Nov 27, 2006 16:55:07 GMT -5
Brothers on the corner sellin junk//
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk//
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks//
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk//
They got so many corners and they got so many spots//
And I can't even bump up the block//
without the, "Yo man, what you got?"//
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange//
He's lookin for a hit for veins//
or he'll blow out somebody's brains//
Even the shorties livin naughty lives//
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives//
I just found out the candy store's a front//
They walk in the candy store//
Man G, candy's far from what they want//
You might see a pickle or a popsicle//
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels//
Honey used to look like a winner//
Now she can't even get took to dinner//
cause so many dealers ran up in her//
Somebody's blood is on the tar//
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar//
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody//
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass//
Money got robbed for his bank//
They broke in his house and took everything//
except the kitchen sink//
Little man murdered on the scene//
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17//
Granny's damn near pushin 80//
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady//
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone//
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk//
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks//
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk//
They got so many corners and they got so many spots//
And I can't even bump up the block//
without the, "Yo man, what you got?"//
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange//
He's lookin for a hit for veins//
or he'll blow out somebody's brains//
Even the shorties livin naughty lives//
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives//
I just found out the candy store's a front//
They walk in the candy store//
Man G, candy's far from what they want//
You might see a pickle or a popsicle//
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels//
Honey used to look like a winner//
Now she can't even get took to dinner//
cause so many dealers ran up in her//
Somebody's blood is on the tar//
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar//
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody//
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass//
Money got robbed for his bank//
They broke in his house and took everything//
except the kitchen sink//
Little man murdered on the scene//
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17//
Granny's damn near pushin 80//
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady//
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone//
