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    [Psycho Realm] Street Platoons

    Patrick Bateman

    par Patrick Bateman

    1 854 vues
    Time is short and my life is sick
    That's how it is man look at this shit
    You get abused by street platoons
    Hit you like wind and what-cha gonna do?
    We break circles of enemies blocks get shot with defeat
    They say no drive-by's on the street
    So mutha-f**kas run rival sweeps

    Sick platoons flood the streets of los
    Like a sick typhoon
    Mutha-f**kas drive by world wide
    And everybody you and I know dies
    The only guarantee in life is death your last breath
    Come when your famo least expect it
    Soldier run wild in your song
    Red dawn strikes your back in dead 'nam
    Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm
    And your whole world's thrown and wrapped in psyclone
    Alright ride through the city like that
    Pants, t-shirts are creased and stole gats
    La undercover shoot to kill
    Child of the streets run wild in war fields
    Scheming on pigs that start shit
    Guilty treat us all dirty filthy

    The streets are flooded with budded corrupted minds running
    Those who can't cut it
    Leave the hoodlum studded ghetto wondering what is
    The excuse or reason for high treason
    In blasting season leaving one of your color bleeding
    Repeating never stopping body dropping
    'hood rocking window glocking zone shocking
    Defending pavement attacking, facing arraignment
    Jail's enslavement shackled for justice to the plaintiff
    When the charges stick that's it you get hit with some bid
    For what you did prevent and rid some kid of his chance to live
    'cause of the block he lives in
    Not giving a f**k just trying to win your block ribbon
    Glock driven joining street platoons like it's some fashion
    Going out of style so you catch it for some action
    It's no joke homeboys get smoked, poked, 'cause they provoke
    Locked on dope no hope for growth that's why we're broke
    Short pocket street criminals fail to lock it but crime sky rockets
    So where the f**k is the profit?
    Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and weapons
    Let's take that shit back by forming neighborhood connections