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Lyrics
What do you know about corrupt councilmen,
extinct philanthropists?
EDUCATION can exist, on street campuses.
In Hip Hop form, niggas love the raw,
They pump their fist when they hear it,
they're feeling above the law!
We rap for glory and ofcourse brag of dreams
of full-page ads in The Source magazine.
Just liek some Canaanites, slain in fights,
When there's pain in sight,
save the tears for the rainin' nights.
Lots of big ballin' niggas, they
live dealers, vests to survive killers,
following The Five Pillars.
And this is an ocean where the waves
surpass beaches,
Malcom X was right in what he said in
his last speeches.
Guide my paths LORD, I live a life of
drug dealin'
Jumping outta second story windows cuz there was slug's peelin'
A bugged feelin' cuz I got four kids,
can't simultaneously be a good pops and
do bids.
But drama piles up, feels like
I'm bout ta fall
I don't eat no more yo, injest weed and
alcohol!
Chorus:
"Youngstown!!!!!"
we dont take kind to niggas when they front
"Younsgtown!!!!!"
sleep w/ one eye open and smoke blunts!
"Youngstown!!!!!"
niggas gab up de glock for any reason
Northside is the region
W/ Cadillacs and Perisiennes
Shine low on the YSU campus with a
discreet bling
With ample 'dairy' from my beat sling
One look in my eye says I know about the
'street thing', and how the heat sting,
no song to sweet sing.
While we're rollin' to "where it's at"
Plato, flare a sack
As I bend off Elm to Saranac.
There's mad niggas lookin' for a
reason to kill,
You got a seed? You better make sure that
he's in the will
Its the season to kill, they feel a
breeze an' they will
make the crowd disperse,
the gat was loud at first.
Sleep with your gun, cuz niggas they be
kicking through door ways
Shadow smokers trying to get high from off
your blaze.
This makes my heart pump lave from the chestplate.
The best break
when they rollin' through Westlake,
So try ya steel as the gunfire spill
but my appeal
is please watch your back when you're in
Briar Hill.
That's where the lokes kill, if they're
provoked real, I spoke skill,
for niggas who nail it down off of
Oak Hill.
And nimble crooks, elude the police and
give em simple looks
lurking through the cuts in the Kimmel Brooks
The Fo' zone, keeps the niggas that're
hoes home,
from up top and Down The Hill, they clown
with zeal!
Chorus repeats
Im trying to think, who gets love?
Ni**as rip pubs, close em down and flip dubs
at local strip clubs.
Evict slugs from his [Desert] Eagle
no matter where he's found, a scarry sound
in the parking lot of Larry's Lounge.
Think I'm playing when I say they
blast macs? [shoot mac-10 submachine guns]
tearing new a** cracks, ripping cash stacks.
It's the life on the fast tracks.
How long you think you gon' last, black
when there's only one way in and one way
out of The Class Act?
Forget shows at Gitzos, ni**as there is
schizos, but I spits flows, and you just
bob as them sh**ts go
telling ya fool, that we hollar if your
lady is stocked
and by the way we holding fort on the shadiest blocks.
D-Cheeze, he'll catch your a** on the 700
For what you got for the sake of
Heaven run it, s**t you'll never want it!!!
Swisher Sweets and Vegas, fat Optimos,
survival on these streets sometimes
impossible!!!!!
(c)2002 People Lyrics
(c)2002 Parallax Audio
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