April Second

Ain't no love in these streets,
That's why the brokest mfs even able to beef.
Stir the drama with Sweets
Add some coke for the tweak
A couple O's for bros cuz they love to sip lean.
Don't forget about the joes and thots in between,
Every pound broken down ain't meant to be seen.
Every knot from a King ain't shared with a Queen
Respect is earned not a given,
And that's word from the Gs.
Pray for people that you hate
That's apart of the code
DTN across my neck -- Don't trust a mf soul.
If so you'll die old in a young ass body,
Destroy the mind of boy and he'll keep that logic.
Hold it dear to his heart until he rests in peace
Cuz hatin' comes cheap
Ain't no love in these streets.
But that's apart of the recipe
Cooked from Lucifer's looseleaf
'Tween a pallet of gun fire and
Silhouette smoke screens.
With a trojan man horse scene
Whose the last of a dyin' breed,
Spent his last on bad bitch
Who was really a wet fiend.
A PCP angel head but the halo was missing,
She been down since day one,
'Fore retro Jordans and Max B.
Back when stashing was Nike boxes and Filas matching.
Back when passionately rappin' was real shit no acting,
And mugs rocked with the beat
Kangol hats and goatees
But if you sold that white
No word from a G.
Peace.