1.79th And Halstead
Motherfuckers caught me slippin, i hate that bitch
Dayton for life, gangsta love
I gotta go back there, i gotta go back fuck that punk shit
I'm makin preperations to return to 79th and halstead
I came to perform but bled instead
Infiltrated by enemies tryin to paint me red
I discovered the true essence of a vicky loo
Quick to mob when odds are 70 to 2
It was a setup i figured, but you was designated
To get me wet up by niggas with triggers nickle plated
I was blinded but reminded when we arrived
Saw the five up in the sky, it blew my high
Never noticed i was the victim in this deadly plot
Surrounded by wanna be killas on satan's block
They sent the lexus to the liquor store to get some blunts
Never knowing i'll be wearing bruises from this shit for months
But four coppers turned around standin at the door
Feel the fire is what he said and surrounded the store
Takin my soul i'm a gangsta they had me trippin
Thoughts in my head of halstead, they caught me slippin
Never again to be caught on the receiving end
Dayton ave and halstead let the games begin
2.The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game,
Cause the law can't fuck with me
I got the hand that rocks the cradle, and makin em fatal, while
keepin my
Shit real tight
Fuck it, no doubt, for fuckin around, witches stick a dolomite
I'm quick for jackin yo cheese outta yo keys, and spendin yo g's
I'm gon smoke a ？z？ gat and pull the trigga
On the front ass page nigga
Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's ass
Get froze of o's, put em in my pocket, and dash, crash
On the curve with ？nerve？ work, i whip it and dip it around
Just like switches, bitches, i'm jumpin and breakin it down
Yo niggas packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my nose, i'm a leave bullets than 6 os
And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, i done killed your protection
Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and kept steppin
Out the muthafuckin house, nigga bitch, and jumped in yo shit
But since you didn't, 13 hollow point bitch was pumped in yo
shit
Betta watch yo ass, betta count yo cash, betta watch yo head
from these slugs
Get em up, and hit em up, i done lit em up, shaked and jacked em
for drugs
Shoestring's a killa on the for reala, i'll front you a o and a
half
Turn around and set yo body up and leave you stiff on that ave.
Don't try to cope, can't get with the dope, we get you for your
riches
I'm puttin stiches in bitches, ass leaped in ditches
You want this click then suck this dick because this nigga
scandal
I got the hand that rocks the cradle and'll light the candle
So if you ever wanna buck, nigga put it up
You got that toothpaste in yo safe and i'm a hit it up
I got my finger on the trigga and it makes me fatal
Shoestring's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, i got the hand that
rock the
Cradle
Chorus (2x)： i'm down in this muthafuckin dope game
(it's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy diddy dope
nigga)
And the law can't fuck with me
(it's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope nigga)
I got the hand that rocks the cradle my blows are fatal just
like internal
Bleedin
Run into the law from the cocaine keeps anigga speedin
Always on the bind on the grind for the 9-6
Gotta get my hustle on, came to nigga stiff
Bitch i'm to swift, stalkin with my big black boots
High on oop, with a mac-11 ready to jack you for loot
Ain't you so cute, standin in the presence and essence of killas
A local bred tryin to fuck with thoroughbred niggas
No disrespect, betta grab yo tech before you swing my way
I put the comma in drama, pack heat like sunny days
Six million ways to die, let's try every one
She was raped and brutally beaten, murdered my job done
Now who got the flame, that comes a dime a dozen
I cock this 44 back, blow out yo shit, couldn't catch yo cousin
Cause if you owe me money, ain't shit funny when i catch you up
When i bust this tech, you'll think a supersoaker wet you up
The flames of hell is in my eyes, killin niggas by surprise
If you cross my path, bloodbath you bitches gotta die
Go ahead ？？？ with that moss, finally get tossed in the fuckin
river
Sometimes they shiver, from the pain and pressure i deliver
Hold the hand of a gangsta as we fly through the bluest skies
Swim through the bluest seas, family of killa g's
Don't fuck with me nigga, i be yo local assassinator
A cop got mo digits than you can hold in a calculator
My finger's on the trigga, and that makes me fatal
Bootleg's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, i got the hand that
rocks the cradle
Chorus (2x)
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who
The diddy diddy's back for 96, i thought you knew
With some dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think ya
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy diddy who
The diddy diddy's back for 96, i thought you knew
With some dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out think ya
Chorus (2x)
3.F.b.i.
I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
Motherfuck the education and drug rebilitation
I'm smokin on that weed and the green is gettin tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th, i bust open my mommas cock
Pussy hole addicted to drinking, now i'm addicted to crack rock
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy peruvians
Knockin at my fuckin door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane, i smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee, i took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed, i took off his face for that
That shit that he tried to pull
You know he couldn't get away with this
Bitch i'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
Fuck being indicted, don't you try it that's the fuckin story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, i'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from shoestring to the f.b.i.
Backstabbers gone, so i guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, motherfuck their dreams
Is what you said, so motherfucking bitch ass fed
I want you dead, i'm going to pump your ass full of lead
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bitch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green fuck being indicted
Motherfuck the f.b.i., bitches i'm prepared to die
Up on my tip, cause i won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, fuck the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of cocaine, is that all y'all can come with dude
Bitches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bitch you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain't shit
If i get some prison time, give me mine, cause i ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch
When i get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third
degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
Bitch bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance
again
Gotta call my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
Bitch we ain't no kin, fuck that smilin i ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's
food
Bitch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bitch a straight up g
Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where i stay
Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way i know
Fiends around the block, soon as i open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more, i'm droppin weight on that digital scale
More popular than taco bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Motherfuckin bitch, i want a key, give me that uncut raw
Shit up in your jar, the best cocaine these crackheads ever saw
Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
She plots, since i wouldn't give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so i can fight it
Free again to sell dope, bitch fuck being indicted
4.Real With This
1997, dayton avenue, always was true nigga
Ain't shit changed, this onehere for bootleg and backstabber
Nigga, dayton avenue don't shit go round to round
Nickle plated you hated
Ak blastin assassin
You debated and waited
And now your shit is unfastened
I can't be trusted or dusted
Cause i'm a motherfuckin killa
On the for reala my nigga
I be creepin like the riddler
Thinkin bout back in the days
Passin blunts and aks
My people's a posse black punk
So like a blunt you get blazed
Betta pull your glock, cause i'll be pullin it from the side
nigga
Before you open your eyes and realize you've been shot nigga
Leavin niggas bloody is the nuttiest that you read about
Talk your shit and cross the click and get yo bitch ass knocked
out
Cause we don't give a fuck about where you from
So motherfuck yo rep
You can get yo shit blown off
If you just take another step
Can't you feel the power
Stands the tower with the chrome piece
？？？ like a beast got you slippin like you slidin on grease
Represent dayton avenue but bitches its a dayton thang
The rap capone was gone now he's home and free and makin change
Rollin through yo city
See that's the way it shoul've been
Not to say it wasn't
But you boys ain't no could've beens
？？？ from the hardknocks survival is the struggle
Crooked as the joker or juggler when he juggles
So don't you underestimate the wrath of the blood bath
F-l-i-n-t, that be creepin on dayton ave
Bang to the boogie of the motherfuckin punches
Been ridin on these and them hoes come in bunches
All up on my snakeskin the game i shoot is drastic
I been in this shit for 10 years and now i'm rollin classic
So hoarse that shit you talkin bout and we can squash the drama
Nigga shed tears cause i'm all up in his baby mama
Fuckin gave me game and bitches i can kill with this
D-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e is comin real with this
Chorus：(repeat 2x)
Real with this, real with this always comin real with this
Niggas from the ave kill with this to get real with this
Real with this, real with this always comin real with
Niggas from the ave kill with this, deal with this realness
Bootleg：
Gang related you hated, ak blastin assassin
Tried to run but got caught, caught with yo nike's unfastened
Playa hated and waited, you searched for death and you found it
Tried to run and get help, found out yo spot was surrounded
Adversaries a victim, of gunplay where i stay
I refused to be murdered, the rules of death i obey
Twist a ？？？ smoke em all, lets have a ball when we kill them
Scream out dayton for life, right at that moment you drill them
Never gave a fuck about nothin, but smokin weed gettin drunk
Snortin cocaine in the club, paranoid and shot me a punk
I'm just a victim of livin, givin the best that i got
Disrespectin my clan, can get you killed on the spot
I'm just a soldier that's huntin, wearin my army fatigues
Betta watch yo mouth when you see me
Cause i can make that bitch bleed
Johnny cochrane can help, in a trial i inflict
On any bitch that's a victim, caught in a dayton conflict
Murder them all is the message, that's what i yellin and
screamin
Tears of pain starts to fall, from all the drama i'm bringing
Stop the al capone, deadliest overall
Smokin sherm got me trippin, i'll smash yo face through a wall
Hand grenades and artillery, got me ready to kill
Apology is accepted, but bitch i'm killin you still
Got some beef bring it on, the rap capone here to cook it
I'm a villain that's killin, livin a lifestyle that's crooked
Before i starve, i'm a steal
Before i die, i'm a kill
Puncture yo lungs with a
I bust yo head with blue steel
Bootleg the rap capone for ninety-six
None of you hoes can get with this
D-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e is comin real with this
Chorus
5.Player Haters
(car honks)
-girl, bring yo muthafuckin ass on, i ain't got all day! come
on.
-muthafucka, don't be rushin me! here i come, damn!
-(mumbling)
-damn, always playin and shit, just bring yo muthafuckin ass on.
shit!
-(normal) what's up？
-shit.
-oh, well what you wanna do today？
-nigga, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot.
-oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if i got it, you know what i'm
sayin？
-hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick？
-hmm, what's this？
-this that dayton family. shit, nigga, that shit is tight.
-what？ this bullshit？ get this shit out my car! we ain't playin
no dayton
Family. naw, they ain't even happenin.
-fuck you, nigga. you's a muthafuckin playa hater.
No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang
So pack yo ？bag it？ in that wagon, and make that change
I'm fuckin yo bitch, she suckin my dick, and it feels good
I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood
I'm in yo house, fuckin yo bitch, she's lovin this ghetto cock
You slip and slide, i be hittin em with this demon drop
You perpetrate me, playa hate me, bitch, i started you
I brung you in this bitch, and now he switch, he wasn't true
I.d.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store
To the click that snitched on matt, betta watch yo back cause
you got to go
Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy
Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you
pretend to be
My fuckin nigga, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall
I'm pullin the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin out yo wind, i'm so high i see a fuckin kite
Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then i'm outta sight
Used to be my niggaz, but you niggaz wanna playa hate me
Comin out your ？？？ is the muthafuckin a-v-e
Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a nigga, sugar
Betta ask that hooker, i get snotty as a fuckin booger
Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game
Bustas be lame, got you bitches fiendin for that cane
My shit is pro and good to go, call me a dayton rater
No love for hoes, cause they some muthafuckin playa haters.
Chorus (4x)： my shit is pro and good to go, call me a dayton
rater
(player hated, player hated)
Playa hation, this is the situation that i'm up against
These niggaz be hollerin my name, i'm bootin that cane and
that's evidence
What i done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true
Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then i fucked
your boo
You niggaz love playa hatin, suckin dick from state to state
Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, bitch, cause you got caught
with weight
Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a
killa's talkin
Got caught with a key, turned f-e-d and now yo ass is walkin
Rats want they cheese f-e-ds had some scent degrees
You get demolished, fuck your college, bitch, don't fuck with
g's
Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check
Wanna send me up, and pen me up like i'm a fuckin pet
P-l to the a-y-e-r-h-a-t to the fuckin e
You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can
see
The facts of life are that you're jealous of these dayton fellas
No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us
I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got shit to do
You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew
I played you off, now fuckin your ho, this week she bout me
gators
Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so fuck you player haters
Man, why these punk ass niggaz be player hatin？
I be gettin my slang on down on dayton
Me and shoestring, doin our thing
Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine
See a been a millionaire since ninety-one
Unholy esham, i'm my mama's son
All you rappers out there sayin you in gold
But ain't got shit to show for the records you sold
I.d. told me let a ho be a ho
Niggaz hate you got paid, they playa hatin you so
Fuck them niggaz, they gon die and nobody'll show
At they ho ass funeral, cause only you'll know
Niggaz get paid when they stay true to the game
Fuck them hoes and get the money, steady fuckin the fame
See me and ghetto e kinda feel the same,
All ya'll playa hatin niggaz out there no ya'll name
And ya'll some playa haters
Chorus (4x)
6.Eyes Closed
Shoestring：
Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads
Motherfucking feds raid my shit i put that head to bed
Been running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as i ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's
a deadly
War
The bitches they call me shoestring, the niggas they call me
skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the
killer of
Your dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway
Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blow
So they pullin me over ？？？ honkies checkin my suitcase
Somebody want to wet me up
The feds are tryin to set me up
Reachin for my pistol grip, i'll pop it til i drop these hoes
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch
with your
Eyes closed
Froze, i'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle
30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin through
Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
We can throw them thangs, play the same and i'm gone bust your
nose
Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch
with your
Eyes
Closed.
Bootleg：
Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually rippin for salary its no formality
To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for fishin
Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a
hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran
In your head like excederin, better than medicine
Curing viruses hard as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like
dallas
Competition is missing, being stragled from angles
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like storms in arizona
I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ
doners, fuck
Diplomas
Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper
Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ？？？？
But couldn't creep away from its death
One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck
it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ？？？？ wishes
Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture, i never shot a man when he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin
Cash in chronic ？？？
Informer drug holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders
Green shit that i'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip
I flip on the scripture like i'm apostle
But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel
Until my mission's accomplished, i'm gone be hostile with a
bottle
Didn't have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrow
The path that i chose was to roll with my og's
Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes closed
Its mandatory i'm wishin to catch a nigga like a transmission
Straight up slippin with his eyes closed
And in my hood ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in
Only police will be lookin after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your
eyes closed
Watch your back, i'm creepin from the blind side
Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better call for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, once i load my mac up
Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town
Dayton avenue is where i'm from to be exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right
back
Before you catch a barrel to your dome g
If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
Got no time for lames and i'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what i do
Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through
Money and the power, bitches in the door
Grippin on a nickle plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed
7.What's On My Mind Ii
Yeah, i want to dedicate this song to jonathan myers,
Morris peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle.
What's on yo mind？
No demonstration on this nation, as a murderfest
Got us locked in the jailcell, the others they was put to rest
I had no teacher, it was like my pops had passed away
Bought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone away
My house is hell, i used bail down there on ？acre？ street
Whole hood on abc, pops in penetentiary
Caught in the system, he's a victim of his shorty's past
His son's a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stash
What's on my mind, is my brotha's name rodney king？
Coulda been shoestring, instead the devil chose malice green
Can't go to sleep, not too deep cause i be hearin shots,
Down on my block bodies drop, it'll never stop
The ghetto drama for yo mama is a wicked sin
God save her soul, don't wanna say it but my mom's a fiend
Stand in the rain, can't take the pain, the stress is kickin in
Mack's in the pen cause it was all about his dividends
Life was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckle
A swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto couple
Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell me what's on yo mind
Chorus： tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind？ (2x)
(what's on my mind, what's on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ？？？ the crime？)
Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victim's fall
One shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and
crawl
Can't stop the thunder in my mind, so who controls the storm？
I fill my body full of drank and dank to keep it warm
Please stop the killin, lord a killa's what i'm born to be
My mind's on murder god, homicides are all a see
Please set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mind
Why do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the time？
My mother talks to me, and tells me, 'stop the violent killin'
Workin hard all day, tryin to make my pay
Now how you think i'm feelin？
What's on my mind, it's sad, look so small in kid's faces
Knowin their daddy's doin 20 for some drug cases
Never knew my daddy so i never could respect a man
Learned to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other
yougsters ran
Gotta be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams
My family's gotta eat so i'm gon keep on feedin fiends
Know what i mean, the same routine almost everyday
Law's pushin me, so i'm gon keep on stackin hay
Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell me, what's on yo mind？
Chorus (2x)
Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the
fence
Wanna represent his death, cause murder's what i'm up against
It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my head
Wakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bed
I shoulda fled, but from my problems, i can't get away
No matter when or where i go, they're with me everyday
I'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind free
And tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems can't find
me
No matter what, i'm stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sin
So i release my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin
Your so called friends
Ain't really your friends because they don't stay true
Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for
you？
Cash or credit, gotta get it, can't be po no mo
Some gangstas roll into the heaven's say no roll no mo
Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind？
8.Killer G's
Yeah, the dayton family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool
Know what i'm sayin dts
And i ain't talkin about downtown security bitch
Dayton avenue be true nigga
I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
And when i toot i gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole objective in this game is kill and show no pain
Get a fool for his chains
And raise more throws and blows than dana dane
I'm always strappin on the jackin for your chains i'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you
foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence i ain't heard that
shit
Come in the hood, park at the club and find your ride on bricks
Down where i dwell, them boys ain't ？？？ so motherfuck your crew
Bring weed i smoke and sell more coke than coca-cola do
I'm built to last, up in that ass my crew makes all the noise
How you lookin like emmitt smith, runnin back to get your boys
Its do or die and bitch believe me i'm not tryin to go
Many men have tried and failed, but those that failed can come
no more
I pledge allegiance to the flag, but there ain't no stars or
stripes
Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with
crack pipes
A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake
To much to count, i stack amount ain't nothin about me fake
Nobody move nobody die so bitch don't move in inch
And i'm puttin slugs in any bitch that i even think might of
flinched
Its time to bail, my since of smell is what cocaine intices
Bail with joe ？staley？ tried to ban me cause of high yea yo
prices
And on that note, i quote i'm deep and i'll stick yo mama up
He got ten g's and an eigth in the safe, niggas you know what's
up
？？ fools arousin for them thousands and that yea yo stash
Drunk off that whiskey fuck john ？cisk？, i'm fittin to rob his
ass
When shit gets tight, like barry white i practice what i preach
Little shorties wanna be down like brandy when they hear me
speak
The b double o-t-l-e-g-t-h-e-r-a-p
C-a-p-o-n-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e
Chorus： repeat 4x
D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa
(g, d-a-y-t-o-n killa)
F-l-i-n-t don't wanna see another killer g
(g's, these are motherfuckin killas)
He's a killa off dayton avenue, he's quick to point that glock
at you
I catch you and i dead you, i got you if i shot at you
Runnin for your life again, a victim of a homicide
I'm down for pumpin your chest, open your chest real fuckin wide
You fuckin with a murderer, caddie coup burglar
Sweep you off your dana's, when you see me i'l be serving a
Ziggy zag, 44 mag fuckin public enemy
Shakin and bakin and takin yo shit
Beatin your pussy and wreckin yo shit
Sendin you bitches up on yo way, that's the way face the ray
Diggen them as they body lay, pickin them with this oozie spray
Gats and glocks, moeny and rocks you best to believe i gets the
loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around and trip
Three killas in the hood, got yo goods, pilled yo cap and dip
Gotta ？？ on my way on this set is like initiation
My posse pack more pumps than a motherfuckin gas station
Better watch that yea that you've been boomon in this dry town
Kickin down yo door bitch and you bitches best to lie down
A skitzofranic that's makin you panic when i pull this gage
I do more licks and throw more kicks, than johnny cage
I'm fuckin what you been talkin, you've been walkin
Stalkin like a hawk and
Trigger be triggin when i click it cause my pain ain't stickin
Its do or die we multiply on the for reala
But ask yo motherfuckin mother he's a motherfuckin killa
Chorus
9.Posse Is Dayton Avenue
Aother day, lil esham in the streets summertime
All the hoes are outside summertime
I be that gangsta like？？？ steadily hittin you with doble barrel
See shit like a sparrow and shoot you like a bow and arrow
Shoestring is the terror, squeeze the bloody massacara
40 heads is in the window and my shadow's in the mirror
Scopin you like the one time, but bitch this ain't no law shit
Searchin you up and down, no fuckin around i want that raw shit
？？？ up under my shoes, we jackin you jewels cause its my way
Nice as rice slick as ice meltin in your driveway
Thicker than the boochies ？？？ than a snakebite
Leave you drippin blood like a pussy in a pt fight
Shoestring's out to damage ya aimin this at your temple
Bustin you like a pimple, takin your shit is so simple
Cruisin down your block in my big suburbian blazer
Boxin like joe frazier, leavin cuts on niggas faces like a razor
But that was the old days, now i bok with a fuckin luger
No slippin no trippin i stack my victims like freddy krueger
He lays in the cemetary, the grim reaper took his lfe
No shorts on them ？？ hoes, i fronted you's a fuckin dyke
You ridin on these, buster freeze, got you niggas beggin please
Reachin for them g's, fingers squeezed, blew off his knees
I grabbed his wallet, now i got myself a caddie coup
Bought me a suit and the 1200 dollar gator boots
Smokin on gizzy, the toxic got me feelin dizzy
So much wait in my trunk, it makes me pops a willie
Ridin down on strip, now watch me dip like a fuckin sniper
Quick like a viper, motherfuckers and my engines hyper
My boys be flippin money grippin, so fuck your crew
My posse's who, my posse is dayton avenue
Chorus： (repeat 3x)
My posse's what, my posse is dayton avenue
My posse's who, my posse is dayton avenue
Come squeeze the triggers niggas, bootleg he's prepard to die
It'll be a gangsta's paradise to shoot dice in the sky
In institutions drug abutions since my younger days
Motherfuck a 9 to 5 my gangsta's told me crime pays
I was 17 back in them days, i couldn't spell diploma
But i could tell you bout the weed and crack cocaine aroma
Niggas my age not gettin paid, i thought they was dumb as fuck
Why ya'll in school, i'm stealin bags of shit off pepsi trucks
Rockin the dope, it got advanced and cooked in different ways
You want a stove, i'm rockin grams and shit up microwaves
Why i done rose, lifted hoes ？？？ begin
Bitch spend the night, i'm takin pussy from my sister's friends
My moms evict me cause she feel she couldn't control her baby
I'm just tellin mom, i'm using all the game you gave me
Nothin but poverty inside of me please understand
The sky's the limit ain't shit timid bout this young black man
The rap capone came up strugglin to make his pay
And fuck all those who oppose, they don't live my way
Never knew my daddy, bought a caddy from another dealer
Lady on the reala, coup deville i'm ridin down on niggas
Back in the hood, situation all good, gettin nothin but gangsta
love
Little shorty let me hit that 40, fuckin around with straight up
thugs
My boys be flippin money grippin, so fuck your crew
My posse's who, my posse is dayton avenue
Chorus：
Motherfuck your posse, my posse is the shit
Steppin up in the club, all these hoes is on our dick
These niggas are gettin jealous, cause everywhere we go
We got a pound of weed and about a half of ？？ blow, to let you
know
Thinkin you can come in my hood with the disrespect
Fuck around get shot with the ak, bitch bootleg broke her neck
That goes for any motherfuckers who wanna fuck with this
My killers like a sniper flick, when we shoot we never miss
And to my niggas that's like down to represent the ave
The feds and cops get so damn jealous when they see a nigga
stackin that cash
Them hoes done took 2 and they lookin to take 3 or 4
But its gone be a scarface scene, bitch when i'm off that blow
That means i'm leavin them dead, 2 to the head that ass gone
stank
Better take your bank and gank smoke that dank, better watch
that shank
Watchin his movement pull the shank its time to stick his ass
Turn around tried to look ？？？ but bitch i move to fast
Backstabber, bootleg, alleycat and also jodie to
Moneydimes and young t, they also from the avenue
And to my other dayton niggas you know who you be
My posse good for runnin this hood f-l-i-n-t
My boys be flippin money grippin, so fuck your crew
My posse's who, my posse is dayton avenue
10.Blood Bath
Damn, is that bootleg
Damn, i could've swore i just saw backstabber
Damn, i gotta leave that shit alone
It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and
break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your
wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends
Niggers get they shit blew up, so motherfucker best a friend
Killin his so-so block, or straight up pull out his glock
He's been shot, took his knot
Left him in the parking lot
No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are ridin on flat fours
Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them
foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this
strap
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it
Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found
it
He's been grouded six feet deep
Where he stood is wear he sleep
My hustle been lackin them grams
And ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap
We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head
missing
When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen
With sticky fingers, now the singers for the f-e-d
Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches
feet
That boy's a pussy, but a bitch wanna play that gangsta roll
Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll
Fuckin with the game, you be on crack with your brain
Tellin on your man, but you slip sometimes and fuckin change
Rollin on they side, in a g-ride while these niggaz slippin
Dumpin their bodies like john gotti now they mother's trippin
Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin ass bitch
Good enough to raise your child
Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul
Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh
Cause down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath
Chorus： repeat 8x
Down on dayton its going to be a fuckin blood bath
I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)
My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)
I fuck more groupies than rockin roll singers (better ask my
click)
Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)
Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your nuts)
My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your sluts)
I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)
I be bootleggin like i was the don (cross me get fucked)
Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics
(but i'm not your nurse)
Fuckin with this style ira dorsey invented (like this and first)
I'm stackin franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit
worse)
I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks
(here to quench your thirst)
I'm schoolin niggaz like teachers and tutors (don't be late for
class)
My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)
I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)
I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)
I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)
I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your
throat)
I'm keepin niggers in line like feds (nuts hang like ropes)
I killed more honkies than oj than slayed (in l.a. keep)
Smokin more bud than jamaicans can roll (nigger pass that cess)
You like a leach on my dick so let go (before i snap yo neck)
I'm not steve walker though families still matter
(better check yo hoe)
Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (gotta make some
more)
I killed more niggaz than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)
I prophesize like muhammad or jesus (pump pump no more)
I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)
Cause if you do reaper's takin your life
Blood bath on dayton ave
Chorus
11.Newspaper
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12.Stick N Move
(talking)
{bootleg}i got some bad news for you tony.
{tony}whut choo got？
{bootleg}we lost the whole shipment.
{tony}whut you mean, we lost the whole shipment.
{bootleg}the columbian drug cartel
Intercepted the whole
Shipment.
{tony}those fuckin' guys, every fuckin' thing to happen! i
Told you fuckaz to stick n move, n get tha fuck outta there.
I see lots of people gots to die tonight, fuck (fading).
(bootleg) part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, bootleg tha
Muthafuckin' rap kapone, ghetto e, ＆ my nigga shoestring, gonna
Stick n move ＆ bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted by events in tha past
Had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last
A brothaz out here stalking me but bitch you aint no
I've been poppin' window panes, my brain aint tha same no mo'
Living just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me
I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that bury me
Skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand
My mother be weepin' n cryin' while watchin' me box with a
deadman
Load tha ak, spot a family ＆ kill 'em all.
Take a butcher knife, ＆ spill some blood at tha fuckin' morgue
It's murder
You bitches better understand
Motherfuck a plan, i'm gunning tha bitches down right where they
stand
Homey should've ran, but then again i wouldn't advice you to
Cuz a 44 is good to go when i'm busting caps at fools
Sendin' you hoes to school
Well fuck the books n desks
No description or police sketch, you bitch ＆ no arrest
You can try yo muthafuckin' best to stop a villian on a killing
spree
Living is so fuckin' hard ＆ dying is so easy to be
Murder to tha first degree-demi, gotta represent
Kill for dead presidents, in flint is sweet like peppermint
You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway
Murder victom found, killer though, free to strike another day
Up-up and away, to get some yahjl back where i stay
Tha fedz are like mosquitos empty needles alley ways
I'm goin' to tha thang, take tha pain, i'm a ghetto champ
There's no court of law, my whole neighborhood's a prison camp,
Food stamps ＆ drug dealz is all a nigga know
Strut ＆ kokane got me addicted nigga pass tha blow
Coming in ya spot with my glock to make my getaway smooth
Nigga close your eyez, no surprise, bitch boom!
Another stick n move...
Chorus mov'n n mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house,
Sight that any. here no evil see no evil, bitch n i done got
away.
Mov'n n mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that
any.
Here no evil, see no evil, bit
(shoestring) a giggerdy gangsta from tha streets, so muthafucka
dont make me bust ya
Buck ya down, quick to bury your ass ＆ then i'll bust some
Like the fuckin' terror that's on the quick to put ya town away
A silencers on the tip so muthafucka there be no sound today
I'm taking you niggaz to war, so playa haters lock ya door
An ak 47 leaved his brains up on tha floor
A killa riddlin' fuckin' around and frontin' about his stashes
3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes.
Take ya shit ＆ dashes, now of in a cascets
The fever fo' a murder got me breakin' out in rashes
So hide your watch-n-rings, cuz shoot and fill ya ass up with
holes
Reachin' fo' ya clothes, ain't no marbles on ya toes
Stretchin' niggas out like limo's and creepin' down my block
Shoestring got a glock, can you follow us wanted by hollow point
shots？
Hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killaz creepin' up from tha past
My finger's fast, ＆ you just saw ya fuckin' last
Shoestring's a killa, so dont fuck with this grim reaper
Mo' cloud than a beeper, and i hit you with this street sweeper
Down where i'm dwelling, niggaz sellin' and i go swellin'
Put snitches in ditches, cuz them bitches, they always tellin'
My click is thick, so we be screamin' 'fuck the law'
Creep mental state as three killaz you aint never saw
Not from the shore so whut tha fuck the sources thinkin？
Must stop the drinkin？ and dankin'？ i'm-a-leave you stinkin'
Better fuck your mutha, than fuckin' that nigga, that shoestring
Cut off ya hands ＆ all i want bitches？ the rocks and rings
My polo's bloody, my case was lookin' kinda muddy
Step with this bald head, fuck you dread, leave him dead
Rolling trough tha stocks, i'm so high, fillin' that bitch in
Looking through that tension, still kickin' flint shit
S to tha h to tha o-e-s-t-r-i-n-g 96 pullin' tricks ridin' the
duece with them dicks
Out tha ass. so 'xcuse me as i dust my grooves
I'm diggin ya chick my pocket's thick, nigga it's time to stick
n move...
Chorus
(ghetto e) ughhh, rattat to tha tattat, i'm-a-take take him out
his misery
Put his ass in a box ＆ leave him as a memory
(see when you sleep, that's when we creep
Uh, get on your toes, knock you off your feet)
Game i peep. i did not know him, but i met him and now i got him
Mask to mask took my shit off, and then i shot him
Left him bloody with no money. cut his pocket
Grab my glock cocked it, seen his head, popped it, dropped it
Now i was rollin' like a muthafuckin' bowling ball.
(you sendin' up who？ you sendin' him where？)
I'm sending him to tha graveyard
No time to play, eric dorsey's on another mission
I called up jody, he be coldin' police in tha kitchen
Them niggaz talkin', conversation kept him on tha phone
Killa gone grabbed my chrome, i'm in his home.
Let's get him gone, put him in a headlock till i heard him
choke.
So i used my kane, whip ＆ slit his throat
Creeped up on jody, jody's dead, now this shit is smooth
Got away with the money and the gang, eric dorseys on a
stick-n-move!
Chorus
13.Ghetto
They say i'm a ghetto man, they call me a ghetto bastard
They say i'm a dope dealer, they say i'm a money snatcher
They call me a ghetto thug, i'm livin the ghetto life
I'm stuck with my ghetto kids, so i married a ghetto wife
I got no education, i'm workin the ghetto job
I live on the ghetto streets, so i run with the ghetto mob
They give me a ghetto check, three dollars that's no respect
Not enough to survive, so i break me a ghetto neck
I pop me a ghetto shot, down on the ghetto block
Front page of the newspaper, fiend dies over ghetto rock
I'm tired of the ghetto noise, ghetto girls ghetto boys
Hand me a shotgun, cause them are my ghetto toys
This ghetto mentality, i live in a ghetto town
Bang to the boogie boom, lets fight to our ghetto sound
They taught me the tricks and trades, i'm stuck in my ghetto
ways
That's why hypocrites are all sayin these are the ghetto days
I ？？ to a ghetto rock, i'm stopped by a ghetto cop
A young girl get pregnant, cause she was brought ghetto hot
I roll with the ghetto game, i'm kickin the ghetto slang
They gave me a ghetto name, cause its a ghetto thang
Chorus： (repeat 4x)
And the ghetto is no joke
They got me thinkin, how can a brother get away
They say i'm a ghetto crook, i'm kickin the ghetto game
Ghetto babies die, damn that's a ghetto shame
Back to the ghetto days, and backed to the ghetto nights
Back to the ghetto lives, and back to the ghetto fights
Back to the ghetto ladies, and back to the ghetto men
Back to the ghetto churches , and back to the ghetto sins
Yes that's a ghetto thing, hit with a ghetto swing
If you don't know why i say it, than ask mr. rodney king
Cause down in los angeles, the ghetto is scandalous
Than uncle toms, even they can't handle this
I go to a ghetto school, i'm keepin it ghetto cool
I pack me a ghetto tool, gonna kill me a ghetto fool
I walk on a ghetto floor, i shop at a ghetto store
How can i pay more, i can't afford it, i'm ghetto poor
I snort me some ghetto caine, it messed up my ghetto veins
But i don't even know why, (why？) cause its a ghetto thang
Chorus
I walk in the ghetto rain, my ghetto ？？？ gone insane
I need the ghetto bang, so i cop me some nightrain
I'm down with my ghetto crime, i'm doin my ghetto time
It got me goin crazy, i'm out of my ghetto mind
I heard me a ghetto blast, straight to his ghetto head
Look in the newspaper, backstabber is ghetto dead
This is the ghetto scene, but still i don't understand
That's the way it is, when you dealin with a ghetto man
Chorus
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