Uh, and when the hawk out, you know to watch what you talk ´bout Them marks is not about pride and if you was outside
You made a home before it was dark out To play the couch with Pop-Pop, the smart route ´Cause it´s not for hopscotch when that chalk out And it´s not the pop-lock when they dance on you It ain´t a pat on the back when they hands on you and sickin´ they mans on you Times is terrify´ You gotta keep the fear in check like it´s verified Some boys took they respect and some´ll never try They said you never raised your voice and never ride And they ain´t never lied You couldn´t fare through the tolls and snares You be in people hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers Leave the street shit there to its rightful heirs And don´t front like a new set of white veneers
Dery, Peter and paintball til the debt was cleared You had to let a low lamb take flight in the ear Or prolly loosen the kick drums, tighten the snares I´m tryna take food from wolves and fightin´ with bears Who´da bid the sight of blood get you light in the head? You would cry "Help!" and play police might interfere Stay with the angels, walk like Egyptian The Bengals and scripts gettin´ flipped, the whole hood on angles A significant amount of trauma´ll change you The "keep gettin´ in and out of drama´ll" drain you For what it´s came to, I ain´t gon´ say that I blame you
When you angry, ain´t no management to complain to When a personal hell is uniquely spelled Out of shotgun shells from a DP-12 Is it the monster from within or nine-inch nails That make us constantly defend or hurt ourselves? Aha!
And when it´s brick out, you know to slow down your big mouth ´Cause niggas be in the cut with guns as big enough To huff, then puff, then blow down the brick house The sight´s make you submit and cash your chips out Extendos are so long it sticks out
Some big row swore they was built then bitched out Some Cub Scout caps was spilt to get clout And then they switched routes ´Cause when it all spiral out of control No mistake, you gotta shake, break, rattle, and roll And when the snake stick his fake head out of the hole He gettin´ clipped when the State say he not on parole I seen cats in the cab with the gats in the bag Pull up on you smokin´ a Shore, then ask for a drag Then attack you for bad, do a snatch, then a stab The collapse through the cracks like rats in a lab It´s wild