Wicked Land

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Before your mug turns, execution of slug perms Thugs yearn for the status in money that drugs earn Boys love searn, mission to stay above worms For the bread, chicks stay on their knees like rug burns We don't tell jokes, better boat when ya smell smoke We illiterate hustlers, we can't even spell broke Youngstas sell dope and contribute to jail growth Snitches tell folks who working ending up in twelve votes Killas rush through, barricades that touch you Bullets crush you and persecute before they bust you You'll be sub-earthly, went to court and the judge searched me They don't love mercy; cops are racist and blood thirsty They submit plans, hustlers get around like wristbands You ain't gotta pay a hit man 76 grand In a big chance you better be slick with quick hands And tryna never sell a stand by the fan where the ship lands [Chorus] From the time the sunrise they devise no good If you a G then I know I just described your hood If you not, better watch where your drive or stand Or mess around and make a wrong turn in the Wicked Land From the time the sunrise they devise no good If you a G then I know I just described your hood If you not, better watch where your drive or stand Or mess around and make a wrong turn in the Wicked Land [Verse 2] When the war grows, more soul get foreclosed Cats are hard nosed; killers stay armed like torsos Cars blow up in into spark modes of charcoal Narcs roll through and beat up youngsters on dark roads Cramming and try and grab thieves framing you finding scaps Cadavs on slabs being an examined in crime labs (yeah) And every picture the portraits a mad man Torturous bad man with corpses in trash cans Boy, you Mr. Clean, plus you greener than Listerine You ain't live to see the wicked extremes the pistol brings Houses fit for kings, bosses who have you kissing rings Explicit things, the victims be hoping that it's a dream But as sure as I'm rapping, this ain't no tourist attraction The impurest of actions crafted by hooded assassins A mob target, they'll spark it in his apartment Wife and daughter get home, they'll be walking the red carpet [Chorus] From the time the sunrise they devise no good If you a G then I know I just described your hood If you not, better watch where your drive or stand Or mess around and make a wrong turn in the Wicked Land From the time the sunrise they devise no good If you a G then I know I just described your hood If you not, better watch where your drive or stand Or mess around and make a wrong turn in the Wicked Land [Verse 3] We take hearts and vacation in Saint Barts Breaking bank faults, we so wicked we shank thoughts See we fire straps, ammo tryna to frier cams Iron claps on the crying rath wearing wire taps Straight raw foes, high weapons inside clothes Can't describe those, three shots but five holes Chasing pesos, fools auctioning their souls Tryna make doe, we got judges on payrolls Got the curve famous, specializing in bird maintenance We serve daily skillfully ducking the surveillance Pink shirt rippers, the enemy hearse flippers Better work with us, tricks tryna converse strippers Worldwide anthems, we too rugged to ride fathoms Haters dying, cramping, killers hiding inside mansions Then a slaughter move, you ain't leaving, you ought to dude Will expose the intestinal fortitude part of you, yeah [Outro] Yeah Your boy K-Rino This goes out to every ghetto every hood in the world Shoutout to my homie the Re-Up Entertainment Third Ward, Erowid Homes Shoutout to the Brick Boyz, South Park, Fifth Ward Vice Lords, G's, B's & C's, the VA's Canna Court, Sterling Wood, Southeast