1991

Growing up in the hood, 1991
17 of my boys died by the gun
Ese fast forward 10
I was on the run, that’s OTR
You cross the border for fun
And me I cross the border
Or face indictment
Another street war
With the enemies fighting
I’m writing, ese in my journal
So I could tell the world
About this fucking inferno
I’m heavily armed
When I’m in the shadows
Muthafuckers get served
On a silver plater
My presence, when I rhyme
That’s a cut throat voice boy
West my side
Steel trigger
Homie how you figur
I’m West Adams born
Foo the unforgiving
Like a drug
That I dliver
That’s heroin tar
On the menu for dinner
The mysterious sound
Travels around
SoundCloud plays
The Mob G get down
Dedication, to the craft
Street poet for the culture
On their behalf
It’s aggressive
No easy task
Elements of intrigue
When the nina blasts
That’s regardless
I get rave reviews
Scarface dos
Been paid his dues
So home, is where the hatred is
Penitentiary chance
Just to handle biz
Home, is where the hatred is
I made that choice
That’s what the fuck I did
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
That you can relate
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?
[Verse 2: MC Eiht
Straight up menace loccest A-Wax
My rhymes street knowledge
I been there and back
Front & back Cadillac
Yeah and that’s back bumper
.38 in my lap you can call it a thumper
With my ese partner serving up some wet
Compton muthafucka that’s your death threat
Uno, dos, tres, quatro
My red beam straight
Muthafucka Ibshot yo, ass
Caught up in some payback drama
And my money better add up to way more commas
Olde English 800 gave a nigga some power
Hollow points drive a nigga
And some niggas will cower
I got heart from the hate
No debate I’m free
Couple suckas fuck around
8 shots from me
That’s tales bout the black & brown
And underground
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound, geeah
When there’s shots in the city
You know how that sound
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?
I had to tell a muthafucka
That I just can’t breathe
Now I’m caught up in some shit
That you wouldn’t believe
Fucking tricks up your sleeve
That’s some fucked up hate
Back again in some shit
Nigga can you relate?
Geah, official
Hahaha Big C-Rock
Been a menace to society
Homie I’m eternal
You sloppy muthafucka
You know nothing bout war time