Criminal

A-yo wassup?
(Inaudible)
Excuse me sir, sir, can I talk to to you for a second?
Yo wassup, wassup?
Hi, we’re from Channel 3 and we’re doin' a story of the criminal elements that
take place…
Corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Comin' to you live from the streets of Boston
Where niggas be gettin' they life took like pocket books in the dark
Sparks be comin' out guns, seein' brothers run like roaches when the lights be
comin' on in the early morn'
Brothers be schemin' and dealin'
Can I ask why you stealin' and sowin' up blocks to mak a livin'?
A-yo they got me trapped in th belly of greed
That they proceeds with the izm smoke, make my eyes bleed
I need the cream, just like crack to a fiend
So I chills with my people, lockin' down the street scene
All in my eyes is green cash in the flash tax free (Uh-huh)
Hit my man with 3 for the eighth of a ki (Yeah)
That’s how it be on the quest for riches
Borin' block niggas got stitches, mad 'cause we fuck they bitches
And snitches make it hot but I still rock knots
For the cookies and dip and die from undercover cops
Can you define that from the cops?
I sure can hops, so peep it close as I start to drop
I run through backyards, hoppin' fence (Uh-huh)
The consequences is major (Yeah)
Hold my pager (Uh) when jumpin' over park benches
Throwin' trash cans to slow 'em down, bumps all over the ground
But my main concern’s to be out no doubt (Really?)
The Jakes make mistakes, come in too deep and catch a shell shower
Bodies struck by the hour, that’s how it is