Lyrics

[Spoken Word] These streets graced me with tough skin but it's not going to stop no bullet These mouths around me thirsty and the water's too hard to quench that The young the old, bellies out here growling while they're grinding And these paychecks ain't coming fast enough And yeah, we feel that So yes we reckless we drive fast we bypass stop signs We holding up the blocks just to hold down our homes Because if there's one thing you can bet on roll on…… [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Before your eyes, your life is flashing I'm 'bout that rifle blastin', just hand it to me Psycho assassin like the action movie I cut the nose off the .38 like it was Michael Jackson Now it's snub like the Grammys do me This is what happened to me I landed on Baltic Avenue instead of Park Place Wheelchair Olympics, it was a arms race In a fuckin' car chase, thumpin' hard base, bumpin' Scarface Just tryin' to escape under God's grace (Yeah) Heard they looking for me, they ain't found me yet Bounty set, but I was in Downey next to the town we rep Long Beach, city by the ocean, where we just drown in debt Where crackheads lie about getting robbed for their county cheque She can't even buy her children a fuckin' cheeseburger I wouldn't be surprised if Pusha T served her Look at these workers, clockin' funds, pushing keys further Dirty money, they gonna wash a ton, Booker T, word to him Dead body under the white sheet Wearin' the same pair of Nikes I got on my feet Don't want to be in his shoes, so we slide and we ride deep Dumping .45s on the side street while your eyes sleep I creep and supply heat And you'll die fuckin' with that five pumps in the back Just hidin' inside the trunk of the 'lac Side hustle and trap till we all triumphant in rap On a hard grind like a stripper dry humpin' your lap I ain't fuckin' with cap niggas lyin' My shooter is as big as Zion Williams Triggers got niggas feeling giant, them pistols flyin' Where I'm from niggas dyin', 'cause death is comin' Ultrasound a pregnant woman, you gon see a itty bitty nigga cryin' 'Cause he don't wanna be out here, nah All the shit we see out here Some killers remain nameless, some killers became famous I talk to you niggas later, stay dangerous [Chorus: Sly Pyper] You know Consequences lie behind the yellow tape Body chalk line on the ground (You know) Getaway car in the interstate No wonder the shooter won't be found You know how it is You know how it goes Somebody dies every time a story is told Somebody right now is selling his soul Somebody playing their hand trying not to fold You don't hear me though Once you get the power, streets will make you famous On lookout for hours, gettin' at this paper Dollars, Eifel tower, look at me skyscraper About to be devoured, nobody can save us Nobody can save us (No, no) Nobody can save us Nobody can save us (Nobody) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Before your eyes, your life is flashin' You see the baby you crawlin' around in diapers laughin' The current you crawls on the ground tryna survive but gaspin' for air It's like your passageways decided tonight's your final rite of passage Baby, you live the life of madness Parents fightin' habits, you shy and embarrassed And tried of all that shit, start livin' like a savage You selling crack to all your mama friends Knowin' half of the time, they bringing that shit back to your mom and 'em You charged into the game, ain't got no love for nothing under the sun It's all good in your hood, your name ringin' as much as your gun Your big chain swingin' and gold fronts are stuck to your gums You disrespect women and bucket they sons, scum of the slums Your friends ain't really your friends, they just afraid to not be "You crazy, Papi" is what they say when you drunk 'Cause you get angry, cocky, and stupid, they used to you behavin' sloppy Thoughts in their head like, "Let me not say shit, though, this nigga may just pop me" The older folks can't stand you Your grandma lights a candle every time you walk in her house She knows your life's in shambles Them sirens wanna can you, last night you gambled Lost it all, came back, pointin' a barrel, holdin' a rifle's handle But this morning, you wasn't acting up, just had your cup of coffee Headed back from the corner store with your ratchet tucked Minivan behind the transit bus Backin' up extra slowly, well, that's just how you saw it Happened fast as fuck, them doors slid open the nozzle aimin' You reach for your Hammer but your arm is achin' They already started flamin' You lay on the pavement as your heart is racin' And the pace gets slower and slower and… Stay dangerous [Chorus: Sly Pyper] You know Consequences lie behind the yellow tape Body chalk line on the ground (You know) Getaway car in the interstate No wonder the shooter won't be found You know how it is You know how it goes Somebody dies every time a story is told Somebody right now is selling his soul Somebody playing their hand trying not to fold You don't hear me though Once you get the power, streets will make you famous On lookout for hours, gettin' at this paper Dollars, Eifel tower, look at me skyscraper About to be devoured, nobody can save us Nobody can save us (No, no) Nobody can save us Nobody can save us (Nobody)