Kids On The Ave

歌詞

The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks The blue baggy bender boys, that's the way we roll Fiends around the way'll suck the ego out your pee hole I'm fuckin fed up with my pockets bein empty I'm known as an MC but all these fiends tempt me Starin at my man Chill lookin at the way he would Run the drug game, we was from the same neighborhood But back then nothin more than a average We grew up together, dunkin balls off a carriage And now he got little hot shot slingin rocks in spots Mad props, got all the fuckin blocks locked I knew this kid when he was a litter but now he's bigger Got little kids pullin triggers and I feel like a quitter And all I do is complain, I gotta earn a rap name Cause gettin caught always kept me out the crack game But then I see the five-o don't harrass em, they just pass em Even ask me if they can have some I go straight to my man J.B. to hit me off I hit you back, so you won't be at a loss [CHORUS x2] You got kids on the ave Lickin shots in the locks Slingin rocks on blocks with cocked glocks It don't stop A year later, my pockets are greater, but no, not much I got my girl cookin product and cuttin rocks up Yeah, the microphone whiz got his own biz Daddy dearest to weirdest, I'm sellin to my own kids They call me greedy as a granddad Leave a whole clan mad, I want the same car my man Jam had I never get it by little crack freaks in backstreets Fuck the backseat, it's time to let my gat speak But then again I'd rather be on the corner pushin cookies On little steps that locked up slingin cigarettes Man, my mind's all fucked up I tell my man "tough luck, in this game you never get enough bucks" And so I'm 'bout to spread eagle on muthafuckas Had business from Southern Cal all the way to Rockers Got a bunch of kids who know my name on the block As the hand clapper rapper on the rise with the rocks Cause real late at night all these fiends are like zombies Don't walk by me (I ain't your everyday timer-timer) I never do my own dirt cause that won't work I got kids runnin for mine, fuck doin they homework [CHORUS] It seems the more time passes the larger that I'm gettin Writin rhymes every day but don't know where my future's headin It's me and my girl cause my crew ran a game Took a train to the plane cause they said I ain't the same They said I got the drug fame now I'm actin cloudy But cash rules everything around me, so be audi This ain't the way I planned it, I don't understand it Back then I rock a party and still end up bein stranded But now I got my onw ride, got my own crib Clockin get me more money than a microphone did I find J.B. to pay him what he gave me I'm walkin mad nervous cause these kids are actin shady I sit back collectin, the five-o ain't expectin If ain't shit wrong, there's no need for correctin I got the mad dough cash flow, paid out the asshole More power than Wonder Woman's lasso But oh shit, there go Chill, said he gotta speak to me That's that kid that inspired me illegally He probably wan' get d with me, or maybe not Pulled out the black glock, "stay off the fuckin block" Now what m'I gon' do, fuck that bitch, he ain't shit I put the hollow tip clip on the hip and hit the strip Scared as a muthafucka, I ain't gon' front These bitches want my head, I'm 'bout to give em what they want They'll probably get my girl if they don't see my brains melt out Fuck the satisfaction, I'm about to take myself out [shot]