We came to drop these styles; it's no shock We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop
We come from psycho cities and blocks We're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop
Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few Leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed How the fuck we could be so blazed? It takes one block to fill your life with terror Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot By motherfuckers making hip hop? We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide On the hustle leading crooked lives We don't die, we multiply; but we divide So how are we gonna survive? You got your role, I got mine; don't cross paths Cause an intersection's just another form of clash, we crash
Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events I'm bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page L.a., street families are crumblin we legacies There must be some type of way out of this pain Said the joker chain smokin weed train Take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain
We came to drop these styles, it's no shock We rock 'til the cops come and rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The psycho realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities and blocks We're raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? We come from psycho cities and blocks
Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept When somebody changes the music and the tune is death We don't dance around bonfires We get stoned, tripped or wired In memory of those expired My people's exodus results in prejudice You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists Now let me tell you this: we don't choose to tote gats And sellin on the corner is to avoid tax If you gun talk or hip-hop there's too much division So find a new mission or it'll stop We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes Some do it for money, and others for the fame You're out playin games dangerous with high aim How long will you maintain before you get slain?
Clearing the mind but my soul is mad Tendency to act real bad Come across me don't c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t. Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely You see me pelon psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm