L’Amour East [7 minutes of Ecstacy]

I'm not worried about it myself, you know Cause if they come to me, talking, i think I'm a talk back, you know i'm not Gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge And euphoria Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands And black Timbs Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack We strapped in i roll up, talk shit, niggas Know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour Smoke it till I catch a chill Niggas get slain over basketball game Man, the hood may never change All these niggas do is bang Cops want us all in chains Chase us down the one-way I'm too smooth in my ways Threw the stash in the drain This twelve gauge, split a Nigga, tsunami waves, bitch I beat you ass for some shadеs And some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo) Rip your face off your scalp Now you got a facеlift Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit Feet? That's a great ditch Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, f*ck NYPD Man I hate them I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once He told me that I should keep it up And if ever my gun I clutch Then he would help me sweep it up I got Jesus on the payroll And if he move left, then perfect I'm smashing and fucking high Low, that's the truth, non Phixion 150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill My nigga Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) Flatbush Sweater, Queens get the money Sticking to the strip, ain't A damn thing funny, hoe Stick to the strip If you ain't getting money From the land of the hoe, baking sodas And the honeys Stick-up kids, sparing nothing but the ribs Hop in the bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang Peel off quick, bumping track number 6, ready to die, i'm that Big Can't teach a old dog new tricks My old dog got the four-fifth And his fingers, they itch Finna smack a bitch, where's my lighter? Roll the weed, ignite your lifer Many individuals try to play the game Head first off your frame Flawless victory, decapitate, and Michael Jordan, he from Brooklyn too Where niggas get killed for They Air Jordan shoes I don't really ball, but I'm higher than you Smoking fire with some dreads Calculating ways to clean the spread Cop a paddy, then I head to the liquor store Bomb, where's the hoes that be Watching all my videos? We gon' need a few of those Zombie maneuver those when I was young I used to bump that mace shit One gold tooth, brown Timbs and a razor Now I'm fiction, beat a nigga pulp No kidding Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) E Train, last car, ten deep, left em dripping Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags Peace to Griffen Sneakers was Scottie Pippen Denim was probably Guess I’ve been Laurenovich since then Rocking my Snow Beach vest Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on Freak dancing in the backstreet With our Glocks on Hard rocks, hammers and heaters They kept the blocks warm Daily objective being gone before The cops swarm Holding TECs, never sex, we was not porn Streets made us then they raised us We are not born gang shit was on the rise But most my clique was neutral Don't get it fucked up nigga Why? Most my clique will shoot you Without beads or a bandana Bullets will make your face blurry Like a bad camera Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit Cop killer central, you die quick What up though? Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) I took the 6 train to The Bronx for infinity lessons With the rise of the crack Rock had the vicinity stressing My Zulu medallion over whatever We was wearing In the late '80s, we wasn’t born wild We was made crazy That movie 'Beat Street' was so misleading ‘Cause some of the breakers I Knew were stick-up kids That leave you cold and bleeding It wasn’t a happier time New York was a fucking mess Little yellow envelope stuffed with Skunk and cess then I’m in the back of the B Train with a four finger ring And a gold rope, didn’t look like a rapper I looked like somebody that sold dope And maybe I did, cause back home was no hope But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke And I wanted to be just like the God Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard Dog, it was more realer back then You would either deal or rap The industry snatched from Brooklyn I steal it back Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) Double L Train Canarsie, fit tags Drippy markers albee Square, Coliseum Fifty deep in Kings Plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers Rap singers blasted Desert Eagles Turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes Cross-played splatter goons Sautéed magic shrooms More strange antics soon Blasting "Paid In Full, " Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in Front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner Joey Haskell was with me too That was before the gunplay And Dapper Dan jackets Bootleg Timberland leathers and Automatic ratchets Before Artie Artelino blew his face off Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed Up a 8 ball From childhood to manhood in Kings County From my hood to yours We represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)