This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
d*** G the spot's gettin' hot
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n***** through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', n***** look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these n***** out
Hey hey man, whats up n****?
Yo, well this Lench Mob n****!
Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-a** n***** don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting b****** and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the s***'s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl n***** kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other m************ want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis n***** want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, n***** still can't stick together
f*****' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
Feudin', like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the s***'s gettin' tricky
Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis
d***, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a n**** while he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my m***********' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a f***
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more n***** die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the m***********' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is f*****
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
d*** G the spot's gettin' hot
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n***** through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', n***** look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these n***** out
Hey hey man, whats up n****?
Yo, well this Lench Mob n****!
Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-a** n***** don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting b****** and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the s***'s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl n***** kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other m************ want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")
Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis n***** want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, n***** still can't stick together
f*****' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
Feudin', like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the s***'s gettin' tricky
Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis
d***, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a n**** while he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my m***********' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old n**** stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a f***
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more n***** die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the m***********' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is f*****