Children of the Concrete

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Down went K-O, no time to lag Last month he rode a bus now he rolling a jag He picked me up around 6:15 He had just paid a fiend some green to get his shit cleaned Got in the back with a smile on my face Couldn't help but notice 25 grand in a briefcase Went to another dope spot, then we ran Weapon in hand, made another grand, paid his clan See I'll be jocking my boy 'cause he's striving A freak in the car giving him head while we driving Runnin' straight came never ever skimming Seventeen years old straight pimping grown women We hit the crib about 6:45 Watching the news, hearing about some punk that died Found out they was the brothers from our street They got beat now they Children of the Concrete [Hook] Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed [Verse 2] Got there at 7 o'clock on the dot After hearing the word three of my homeboys had got shot Stepped in the place a cop on the case found Ten dead brothers on the floor laying face down In South Park don't nothing get squashed Let's see how many brothers been popped at the carwash Next thing you know I hear a round of gunshots, aw shit These motherfuckers hit the curb for another hit Jumped on the side of a house quick as a mouse Realized I had my shit in a pouch, so I snatched it out All of a sudden the shooting just ceased Two girls standing by got stuck plus two police I felt kind of bad that they got the props I ain't gonna front, I was glad that they shot the cops I stepped out feeling nervous and scared Almost pissed on myself when I saw that K.O. was dead I started crying 'cause I knew that was it My first mind said, "Let it slide," second mind said, "Bullshit!" So when I catch 'em, school out and no retreat Obsolete, Children of the Concrete [Hook] Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed [Verse 3] Six months later K-Rino is ruling the scene So fucking clean I don't touch nothing but green I live in a condo out there on the rich side Ain't been to the hood since K.O. died I stepped in a club, well-rested, uncontested Gaming on hoes I used to mess with Within minutes I had to put a sucker under Punk got mad 'cause his momma had my beeper number 2 o'clock I get an ass invitation Saw the dudes who popped my boy by the gas station I pull the trigger with no pity Now they selling six-packs of cold punk ass at Fool City At ten minutes after 2:00, there was three left By 2:15, weren't nobody but me left So now I'm riding the dick of a court-appointed lawyer For tryna be a fucking warrior They boxed me up for a year then I made parole Cops confiscated my shit now I'm snatching your gold Then I sell it so I can score me some quick crack Get fat and reaccumulate my shit back Within a month I was back in the park But had brothers slanging for me in 5th Ward and Honclark But smoking moes had me froze cos I'm robbing my foes Stealing clothes from them hoes while the money grows Jumped a freak till she left with a swoll neck Fucked her once and made her give me her whole check Went to a spot two tricks had a dime, they were splitting it They talked my stupid ass into hitting it In three months my car was sold Dead as a pole and didn't give a damn about gold I used to be out in South Park dropping hoes Now I'm out there holding up Stop & Go's [Hook] Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed Kill or be killed, kill or be killed