Crooklyn
Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 11:16 am
The streets resemble a red carpet of blood, get loose the cameras
A market of Thugs, playin they self like Jeru the Damaja
We dont shoot flames for health, We maintain for self
Marksmen shoot in the darkness, get banged in stealth
Your heartless, target of the crack market, sellin cocaine for wealth
No bargains, prices rising, mad enterprisin
Stabbed him, left him and his mans left to die in
The cold streets, thriving, peaces never arrives in
Cases of Heineken, drunk away the pain inflicted
At an early age, learned that the game is wicked
But is pays, so he stays on the same corner and kicks it
Everyday, Part of the problem is I hang with a squadron and blaze
In my brains embedded evil, The ghetto is fuedal never equal
Thats why my motherfuckin desert eagle severs people
We all villains, never heros, Fighting a trife life
rollin dice for them zeros
A market of Thugs, playin they self like Jeru the Damaja
We dont shoot flames for health, We maintain for self
Marksmen shoot in the darkness, get banged in stealth
Your heartless, target of the crack market, sellin cocaine for wealth
No bargains, prices rising, mad enterprisin
Stabbed him, left him and his mans left to die in
The cold streets, thriving, peaces never arrives in
Cases of Heineken, drunk away the pain inflicted
At an early age, learned that the game is wicked
But is pays, so he stays on the same corner and kicks it
Everyday, Part of the problem is I hang with a squadron and blaze
In my brains embedded evil, The ghetto is fuedal never equal
Thats why my motherfuckin desert eagle severs people
We all villains, never heros, Fighting a trife life
rollin dice for them zeros