[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
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?
[Chorus: ILL Bill]
Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
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
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?
[Chorus: ILL Bill]
Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps
CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
Smoke PCP, kids got stabbed over graffiti beef
[Verse 2: Q-Unique]
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
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