Strap Up Starkim (Ft. Killah Priest)

[Starkim]
They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Don't get caught slippin' cuz you will be on a missin' poster
Hood love, hammer's packin' wit the work the sharpest pokers
Everybody bang, from the flyboys, G's and jokers
Hardheaded don't provoke us, but the heart's the coldest
Brooklyn shootin' shit like Army soldiers
Goons on the wildest corners
The cop tryna warn us and knock us
That's why we scream fuck the cops
Until they lock us, they tryna stop us
But I'm rottin', righteous and dolly
Gangsta you know me, this for my niggas on them cold streets
Murs don't face us, Champ hoodies and Timbs
ACG's, the hood and P's, block bodegas and the jellies
Little niggas playin' skully
And cops and robbers, tryna survive the fire
This some real true hood shit, I'm no liar
When they get older, and guns and drugs is what they desire

(Hook) Starkim
Some good the bad, this shit is sad
It goes in circles bad
I said what I could
I'm just recordin', speakin' live from the hood