Magazine Street E-40 (Ft. Park Ave.)

[Intro: Park Ave.]
Life on Magazine Street
Oh yeah

[Bridge: Park Ave.]
I was the oldest brother of four
Doing whatever I had to do to survive
I'm not sayin' what I did was alright
Tryin' to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight
Been down so long, gettin' up didn't cross my mind
I knew there was a better way of life and I was just tryin' to find
You don't know what you'll do until you're put under pressure
Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester

[Verse 1: E-40]
It's mainey in the slums
Killers, hookers, and bums
Sleepin' in the parks
Homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts
She used to be thick, but now she sucked up
On that glass dick, lost her butt
Home invasions and robbers
Master Lock kick-doe stoppers
Dice game crackin', burpin'
Rivals slide through, get to squirtin'
Bust back, get off
Protect yourself at all costs
Here come the po-po, the cherries, they swarm
Be quiet, it's body cameras on they uniforms
And I ain't tryin' to go back, I'm reformed
Got Jesus Christ tatted on my arm
If you ain't got haters, you ain't doin' enough
My people be jealous, they hella envious
Mayhem and drama
It's sick out here, teenagers'll jump your mama
Sucka shit to the fullest, by far
They'll record you and holler out: "WORLDSTAR!"
And I don't like that shit one bit
Karma'll come back and bite you like a tick
We use dope fiend matches if we ain't got a lighter
Burned down woods like a forest fire
Up the street, down the street, they war
(Over what?) Over a girl
Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
Grew up with each other, used to be boys
And ain't no OGs around to diffuse the noise
We need a reputable youngster out here with a voice