Stop What Ya Doin(A Walk Through...

Just walking through the park, ressolect and recollecting the times I went through, hanging out with thug niggaz that'll stab you in the back steal your money in a snap of a finger whole crew run up on you, just for what dude? Drug money dude. We destroying ourself, pushing product out the hood, taking advantage of people cuz they poor and vulnerable.

 

Listen, motherfuckers we gotta stop what we doin, pimps got these females prostituting. everyone in the hood all they care about is cash,drug money busting traps, stab you in the back steal your clientell motherfuckers need to learn that there making people misreble, so pitiful. It all comes down to my perspective, I'm quite intellectual chill with me and you will see, a day in the life of me

 

Whatever happened to chillin back in the day, drinking 40z smoking blunts in Smokeys Den all those days are gone, a heroin epidemic just hit long island, and everyones doing drugs nobody seems to give a fuck anymore, turnt out on drugs, bitches spread her legs like a whore niggas overdose and they throw them out they car

 

 

Listen, people, it all comes down to my perspective, I'm quite intellectual, chill with me and you'll see,

 

Niggas be deliverin junk food to the fiends at the dope shed, smoking sherm til my brain explodes, no snitching street code confidential informents working for the cops, if they get popped who gives a fuck, catch snitch jackets gettin shanked in the showers, My words rain over you like a shower,-mayflower- hey how are ya, call me Vic, the sick twisted Jewish Red Inferno, like Disco Inferno I'll burn blunts and make you learn bro-these streets ain't equal son life is cheap on the corner go to manhatten get kidnapped and killed never seen again- while bitches get fucked in the back of a van pimps prostitutes and nymphos motherfuckers it goes deep

 

 

Even worse be trading drugs for food stamps starving to death at the fiend spot down in the heights- My niggas used to be real, used to be tight, now my niggas are fucked up in the head, junkie fiends on the block shooting dope and smoking rock, people puttin that garbage in they lungs smoking crack in the heights.

 

We gotta stop what we doin, smoke blunts instead of hustling dogfood and krills, people spend all their money and can't pay their bills. What if they have a family whos gonna take care of them? You, no I don't think so son.

Fuck the drugs, we killing eachother, get shot over deals gone wrong, fuck that shit, I'd rather take hits from the bong

Hard times ahead for bums drinking by the stores, speedimart and handy pantry got the hookers and their clients hidden behind closed doors. It's war in these streets,

All these niggas I know, claiming they real, claiming they turf, claiming they hard, but really they just scared in their mind, pussy thoughts in their brain whats really lying beneath, bitch niggaz talk out there mouth, sounds like a queef talk a lot of shit with no regret, never real in the hoods I roam around, never gave a fuck til I claimed SMokey, jewel incrested crown, OG smokes like OG lokes.

Stop what ya doin, you always carrying knives or a gun, you think it's all fun? No, it'll end you up in jail, nobody gives a fuck and nobody will give you bail. Instead drink yourself to sleep puking in a garbage pale. Behind bars sick in jail Male to Female action is just another fraction, eating eachother out like ms pac men. Play ghost like I'm dead, overdose on drugs, I made my own bed.

lifes too short, capture the moment savor it and own it like you know it. I'm just rapping for the youth, people chilling in the park sparking a blunt like a dot no cops in the spot drive home drunk, sirens behind you slam on the handbreak and make a fucking turn, turn around your life, fuck living in the sewers. Live ur life to the fullest, you only live once dumb prick, so toughen up, you assholes keep fucking up.