What you know about street bullies/ Parka Coats/ Bars of Soap/ Thrown in pairs of socks/ for pairs of blocks/ It's no joke. Where wildin is the antecdote/ for parents hooked to reefa smoke/ where niggas quick to flip to the dolies and sing a note. These are the gritty gutters/ This city's full of cuttas/ and gunbutya brothas/ These alleyways ell snuff ya. Think you can murder me/ we do plastic surgery/ for fees on the ave/ to get the cash/ in a hurry B. The cali streets can bring beef to a halt/ any block that you walk/ could have you outlined in chalk. Food stamps go for 50 on the buck/ My niggas with me in the truck/ with pumps/ so ya'll bird niggas duck.
