[Phillie] The story is touching like Shakespeare wrote it Potent enough to propel a helicopter off and coast it It opens with a hood setting, hood life, hood dreams CREAM is the motto, let's follow throughout these city streets Had an influence on most, the kind, have blind leading the blind Refined light years ahead of his time Pedal drugs above the street level's thugs and hustlers Fiends issuing checks, hoes issuing sex Probably too much to muster, plunder until nothing's left No honor amongst thieves, believe hat sudden death Never enter this brain, doing his thing, pushing 'caine and all Where they hate it if you getting paid And they not, now they plot to discontinue his reign A king to a slave in just a matter of days There's million ways to die, his decision on the clock But most niggas I know will simply die for their block What a way to go, no justice expect this guilt I'm stuck with it Laid it for all you haters, my guns that's rapid firing The streets silenced them, I could of saw us all retiring Believe in karma, 'cause I saw the drama climbing Kept an eye on 'em, turn next minute they're all trying 'em This ain't the burbs, no police sirens, just violence And tragic endings, casualties pending and soul's risen I burn immune to the street living, I'm no victim
[Chorus: Salute] Yo, these streets ain't paved gold Walk with a limp, pair of dice and kangols From pleading to robbing, from greens we're goblins Same greeds and rhyming, you feel me? Life is like 'deal me in or do me in Same grave I live in, still the same grave they've threw me in
[Bronze Nazareth] Yo, shit was poetic like Shakespeare's words Chilling enough to freeze the blood on Illinois curb It started with a tenement setting, the plot would thicken The root of all evil, only grows from his wishes Started catching victim after victim by the ATM on Whitmin His pops was a one hit wonder hitman Underneath the river they've shipped him And found an armed suit forever to fit him He was a leader, but eager didn't follow patterns like receivers Trash blowing through alley's See the deacons standing up in front of theatres His hoes following him, plotting to swallow out the pocket column Brown Rottweiler to chihauhua in just a few hours Premeditating his last possible oxygen swallow Gasoline, moccasin, kerosene, towel Twenty two slug, broke his skull into particles Told his brother be strong, to calm a storm a little Exit early, stage left, the clue's the puzzle Been immune to the church morgue, it's muffle
