Small City, Big Trouble
Round here- They carry box cutters and I know some ruger lovers that dress bummy-but still scummy that might confuse a brother/thats new in the metropolitan/hitters they like to follow em/evil spirits they channel em/sweet deal they souring/they see you in the streets-shit they think know ya/ for cops walking the beat the baselines the quota/old lady spilling the tea I’m still sipping my soda/disregard the hood until we can galvanize the voters/and the lower the transmissions and plus upgrade the motors/until then they looking for ways to stop the violence and Sam Jack ain’t the only one asking what’s in your wallet/ crossfires the superintendent had to retire/and he asking who coming with me like fucking jerry McGuire/these corporations are built/ on blood money and guilt/with neckties you go up and touch it it feel like silk/so fall back the shooter you think ain’t really him/the shooter is wearing moccasins button up with a brim
We Ain’t waiting til we old we doing it while it counts/what the average teenager wearing I bet you can’t pronounce/but they got denominations of gram pound or ounce/-come up short & they enter your crib yo unannounced/with this urban warfare they wearing a badge of honor/them corner boys might decide to ambush your momma/they kidnapped my homie it had me super perplexed/but two years later he pulled beside me in a Lex/and young little recruits/is growing up think it’s cute/to point guns but still apprehensive don’t aim to shoot/but richocet a detached retina my
Nigga say he should’ve got out the game remind of Sugar Ray/with shades on/that knuckle up era is way past/these fake thugs I think real ones are made last/ and this too shall pass/cause karma can bite your ass/in his case a high speed chase ran out of gas/