`62 Pick Up — текст песни (Cormega)

[Cormega]
Yo, I live the life of `62 pick-ups
Pumpin` on corners, beat downs to stick-ups
Seein` events, of which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion, and all types of violence
Kids, livin` the life of ghetto heavens
Sellin` cracks, ready to attack with knives and mac-11`s
Havin` dreams of being big bosses
Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich, they corpses
Son, it`s a shame, but in this game
The strong survive, either get live or get slain
Cuz in the ghetto, respect is mandatory
Drug wars ignitin`, mad fightin` for territory
My niggaz, steppin` with automatic weapons
Stick up kids, with .357`s
Yo, it`s violence, I know old timers move silent
But nowadays, niggaz be wildin`
Drug dealers stylin`, with 5-series Beamers
It deep the way, sunny day, don`t seem to reach us
Forty-five under the seat of a Lexus
Thugs rollin` with bulletproof hats and vestes
Earnin` ya props off big dime rocks
Your man shorty rock is on the block with a glock
He just got knocked, now he`s out on bail
For semi automatic, and a undercover sale
Trained mercenary, with a heart that`s cold
Pushin` an Acura, at 17 years old
In the passenger seat, and he`s smokin` a blunt
With some shine on, any live nigga would want
Somebody wasn`t up on and you know what they want
Tellin` shorty, run the jewels and don`t try to front
Shorty reaches for the nine, but before he could shoot
Blood scattered in the `92 Acura coupe
Another victim of modern day stick-ups
This is the life of `62 pick-ups