L’Amour East

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[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] E-Train, last car, ten deep, left em dripping Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags, peace to Griffen Sneakers was Scottie Pippen, denim was probably Guess I've been Laurenovich since then, rocking my Snow Beach vest Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on Freak dancing in the backstreet with our Glocks on Hard rocks, hammers and heaters, they kept the blocks warm Daily objective; being gone before the cops swarm Holding TECs, never sex, we was not porn Streets made us then they raised us, we are not born Gang shit was on the rise, but most my clique was neutral Don't get it fucked up nigga, why? Most my clique will shoot you Without beads or a bandana Bullets will make your face blurry like a bad camera Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit Cop killer central, you die quick, what up though? [Chorus: ILL Bill] Latin Quarter to L'Amour East, we all beasts From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef [Verse 2: Q-Unique] I took the 6 train to the Bronx for infinity lessons With the rise of the crack rock had the vicinity stressing My Zulu medallion over whatever we was wearing In the late '80s, we wasn't born wild, we was made crazy That movie 'Beat Street' was so misleading 'Cause some of the breakers I knew were stick-up kids That leave you cold and bleeding It wasn't a happier time, New York was a fucking mess Little yellow envelope stuffed with skunk and cess Then I'm in the back of the B-Train with a four finger ring And a gold rope, didn't look like a rapper I looked like somebody that sold dope And maybe I did, cause back home was no hope But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke And I wanted to be just like the God Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard Dog, it was more realer back then, you would either deal or rap The industry snatched from Brooklyn, I steal it back [Chorus: ILL Bill] Latin Quarter to L'Amour East, we all beasts From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef [Verse 3: ILL Bill] Double L-Train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers Albee Square, Coliseum, fifty deep in Kings Plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes, cross-played splatter goons Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon Blasting "Paid In Full," Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskell was with me too That was before the gunplay and Dapper Dan jackets Bootleg Timberland leathers and automatic ratchets Before Artie Artelino blew his face off Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball From childhood to manhood in Kings County From my hood to yours, we represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie [Chorus: ILL Bill] Latin Quarter to L'Amour East, we all beasts From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef