Slaughter Rico - East Coast Gas Station featuring Slaughter Rico lyrics

Intro: (Scratched) East Coast, East, East Coast [Verse 1: Slaugther Rico] Street life is a drama Fortunate thugs die for honor Seen nights of insomnia Portions of blood dry my armor Horseman slugs blaze my chest Like a 5 alarmer laid to rest For silent mourners Cuz haters played domestic violence on us Now the wise performers Got thousands of guys who warn us Twice this size, enourmous n***a's wildin' on housing corners ?N memory squads deep? Spilling martinis in dark streets From my last heart beat While God, beam me to Star Fleet One of them n***a's bragged the most Until I grab the toast Clap at the sky after you die just to shoot at your ghost And as far as you should know, to the hell with the studio I'd rather spit a "f** that n***a" verse up at his funeral Just so your moms could hear it I will spit the finest lyrics While I pour some Henny out for you leavin the wine and spirits Feelin like the devils near and never shed a tear Got bad luck for 77 years like I done broke 11 mirrors