Park Ave. - Magazine Street lyrics

[Vocal Intro/Bridge: Park Ave.] Life on Magazine Street I was the oldest brother of four Doing whatever I had to do to survive I'm not sayin' what I did was alright Tryin' to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight Been down so long, gettin' up didn't cross my mind I knew there was a better way of life and I was just tryin' to find You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester [Verse 1: E-40] It's many in the slums k**ers, hookers, and bums Sleepin' in the parks Homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts She used to be thick, but now she s**ed up On that gla** dick, lost her bu*t Home invasions and robbers Master Lock kick-doe stoppers Dice game crackin', burpin' Rivals slide through, get to squirtin' Bust back, get off Protect yourself at all cost Here come the po-po, the cherries, they swarm Be quiet, it's body cameras on they uniforms And I ain't tryin' to go back, I'm reformed Got Jesus Christ tatted on my arm If you ain't got haters, you ain't doin' enough My people be jealous, they hella envious Mayhem and drama It's sick out here, teenagers'll jump yo' mama s**a sh** to the fullest, by far They'll record you and holler out: "WORLDSTAR!" And I don't like that sh** one bit Karma'll come back and bite you like a tick We used dope fiend matches if we ain't got a lighter Burned down woods like a forest fire Up the street, down the street, they war Over what? Over a girl Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys Grew up with each other, used to be boys And ain't no OGs around to diffuse the noise We need a reputable youngster out here with a voice [Chorus: Park Ave.] Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street Might not survive if you're weak Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street I'm gettin' game from my OGs Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street Pushin' keys and sellin' that weed Magazine Street Magazine [Verse 2: E-40] Tire marks on the pavement Row houses, covered windows, no landscaping Speed bumps Mufflers might get some lumps Apple cider vinegar and a Bayer aspirin Old people out-livin' us, they lastin Youngsters gettin' k**ed, they blastin' We 'bout to be extinct, they laughin' For hella long her and her daddy didn't speak Cause when you get your tongue pierced, they gon' think that you a freak Back in the day, somethin' like that'll get yo' a** beat Don't believe in abortions, so the babies they keep My potna face feel hecka [?] But he think too much, got Bell's palsy You can take us out the hood, but not the urban in us All kind of financial turbulence Checkin' his traps, countin' his stacks Brown paper bag, tax-free scratch Slidn' through the slums with the blap on slap Magazine Street bumpin' Bobby Womack Look at them people, they think I sell blow Who is them people? The po-pos, y'all The long arm of the law, the racket busters They see the gold chain and the diamond clusters Ridin' with my heat, I got it on my seat Don't wanna go under the jail, don't wanna go up under them sheets I don't need no iron, I'm already creased I'll squeeze my iron on the enemies He love her and she love him Arguin' in the street at 4 a.m Funkin' always fun 'til somebody die When we gon' get tired of seeing mamas cry [Chorus: Park Ave.] [Bridge (from intro): Park Ave.] [Chorus: Park Ave.]