I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
s***, ball fights would go on in the park
And like vampires n***** come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material s***
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time d***
O.G. n****'s turn into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "n**** I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of b*****s
Well my n****'s on the block sell that rocked up s***
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a n****'s a**
We say f*** school, we say f*** grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
I see some n***** I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me like my face is full of bear s***
They don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say f*** it I'm drivin'
Grab my d***, spit my s*** and keep rhymin'
Cuz some n****'s don't like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me n**** then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the f***, I did a calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
Some n***** say they sucka free
Now why the f*** you m************ keep f****** with me
I love p**** like a m***********
But I'll be d***ed if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a m*********** animal
You want your p**** ate baby
find a n**** that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat your a** up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the streets
then the Dog n**** wouldn't eat
So baby throw that gum
You got your mommy and your daddy
and a n**** for an income
And my n***** on the block, got one income
that's from breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when n****'s get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work though
Ya get a nine in your a** and watch your d*** blow up
Cuz real n***** just multiply
But now days real n****'s just die
Put a bullet in a n****'s a** laugh then jet
Real n****'s smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a m****f**** then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the d*** feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella m****f****s ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' s***
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be f***** wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pass
Give up your cash and your bags
or getcha a** stabbed on the Ave
Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
s***, ball fights would go on in the park
And like vampires n***** come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material s***
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time d***
O.G. n****'s turn into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "n**** I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of b*****s
Well my n****'s on the block sell that rocked up s***
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a n****'s a**
We say f*** school, we say f*** grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
I see some n***** I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me like my face is full of bear s***
They don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say f*** it I'm drivin'
Grab my d***, spit my s*** and keep rhymin'
Cuz some n****'s don't like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me n**** then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the f***, I did a calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
Some n***** say they sucka free
Now why the f*** you m************ keep f****** with me
I love p**** like a m***********
But I'll be d***ed if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a m*********** animal
You want your p**** ate baby
find a n**** that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat your a** up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the streets
then the Dog n**** wouldn't eat
So baby throw that gum
You got your mommy and your daddy
and a n**** for an income
And my n***** on the block, got one income
that's from breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when n****'s get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work though
Ya get a nine in your a** and watch your d*** blow up
Cuz real n***** just multiply
But now days real n****'s just die
Put a bullet in a n****'s a** laugh then jet
Real n****'s smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a m****f**** then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the d*** feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella m****f****s ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' s***
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be f***** wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pass
Give up your cash and your bags
or getcha a** stabbed on the Ave