do you think i really care about how you see me? as soon as i turn around be careful what you say. when you leave it's the same, no one's your friend
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather Keep your eye on the storm come and get us When the shit goes down we're all down
Caught in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested LA streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain Real
picture tell me what's wrong Earthquake weather turned LA into a flood zone We dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network Psycho Realm
The simplest shit ain?t plain to see Chaos floods the life on these streets Took a wrong turn on burned concrete And now the enemy dies for free Real
a place of violence And 5-0's get broke like codes of silence Sirens flood the scene with blood They come firing We crooks get thrown big books And
We exert power with metal showers at all hours While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours Show of force for harm it's main source We divorce
combat skills are falling For real you know we get down In sick-ass world downtown killing fields Learn soldier grills Fuck'em all up on the street real
[CHORUS x1] Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-
Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets The wind of revolution screams: "come on do it" Hey, looking at this rawness upon us Makes sick soldiers
You're online type in a password from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when
red hot Dangerous slums woods lost ?hoods burnt spots we live in Killing fields death fills Concrete jungles rumbles ill Sick projects swinging steel Real
and bring that high back That?s why I strap it?s my defense against those Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes? Shit is survival of fittest testing who?s biggest and realest
Quand la haine est "sur le feu", bouillante te nebuleuse, Elle suinte sur les tempes en perles huileuse... Et quand pullulant sur les plaies purulentes
is the remix so let's bring back my man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the dumbest
white ain't the real fight That's the only thing the media hypes The real fight are these major corporations Holding back on real education Before you
Raise the roof, if you got a fat pocketbook Now look, I'm in magazines and books Rap game icon, and I don't bar none Spit the realest of the real, like
three) nigga that's me (that's me) [Lil O] Hey I live la vida loca (yeah) Slanging coca (yeah) Stay out on Barre and in and out the Cold House (for real