The Legion - Street Truth lyrics

Hard like concrete, a motherf**er straight from the street Let's dance through the struggles, beat, how sweet Children playing while the women roll deuces The real n***as looking for some new sh** That quarter is the ideal that you get when you're wet When days terminology tech Scramble city, slaying rocks like the west Buck, duck down, now who forgot the vest? Proceed with caution, the zone of danger With a fat clip with two in the chamber A spoonful of dope, a bundle of joy, 1970 real McCoy Now you're cooling at the pond with Nikky, Ike, Mike, and Spike Fingers getting sticky, I'll drift with pops down to 116 Feeding time was prime, hitting for a fix now Hustle, daddy, hustle, I wanna go shopping Down by the clinic people need a popping sponsored links History before my eyes, the paper town players With the mafia, top down City's going up, sparks flying for respect It's 1990's, you're f**ing with the 8 And as I'm speaking be more addictive DC safe, man, we help 'em help the victim JC jacks, n***as lift the fat, all that supremacy teamed with the cat Friends stay on lookout, think your problems up Markers make your money and your minors corrupt Put me in the Beamer with some blow outdoors Cut with a petty knife, take no shorts You took in the game a hand to handle With b**hes over Mac just like Tony Montana The ground is yours and don't you ever snitch You feeling me, your girlfriend, ain't that a b**h? Acclamation, there's no hesitation, clean in the eyes, I feel infiltration Don't sell sh**, I don't wanna hear it If you love your money then go and f**ing feel it p**y power papers, ghetto to the glitter Standing on the block with no babysitter An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth It's the name of the game that they call street truth One n***a, two n***a, three real n***as One n***a, two n***a, three real n***as f** f**ed up sh** 'cause n***as busting shots That's why I be on the corner with my best in my block Standing on the avenue and demanding you back the f** up I have to blast a few, I ain't the one that be having that crack Survivor of the streets, yeah, but now I bust raps I took the L and my time will help Hear me, go back and bring the f**ing bell Trick with the system, j**elry damn truck A big n***a boy, had them rolling with Chuck Respect in the ghetto, they like how it looks Along with d**h comes the motherf**ing crooks Yeah, I took a bullet, I lost a load of blow Got no damn vehicle but yo, I got my soul Life to me is much harder And I'm still here and I'm 'bout to be a father These n***as got loot, they got cash in the stash No time for substance, how the f** they gonna last? A bird on the wire, this rapping gone fire Hitman for hire, life expired You never, never know when it's time to go To the blocks that you had and your feel for blow Go ahead, n***a, go and find the proof Ain't a damn thing funny, f**ing with the street truth