rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The psycho realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities and blocks
come and rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The Psycho Realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities and blocks
Traducere: Psycho Realm. Blocuri Psycho City Interlude Psycho.
Traducere: Psycho Realm. Blocuri Psycho City.
and rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The Psycho Realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities and blocks
the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block, let's roll Like wit 60's 30's, 40 niggas wit' me Rep ya hood, rep ya block, rep ya city This is me
Psycho Realm, P.O.D. Boo-Yah Tribe, what? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a Teflon vest, my words wreck
way Intercept opposite forces entering our sick vicinity It's killing me how wars that make no sense last an infinity It's silly shit how a city gets
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 fuck just trying to win your block
streets 'till I meet defeat I'm with these Blocks that rock so many Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes Inside circles Attacking like packs of real
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot Dangerous slums woods lost 'hoods burnt spots we live in Killing fields death fills Concrete jungles
in your way that claim crash Flash Your weapons, soldier Take care of the gun that I sold ya Here's the orders, street gangs Run through the city as
between city blocks and cops Look around, it's in your town Deadly sirens brings on violence Take heed to this warning bad times stormin' War between city blocks
on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit me Rep ya hood Rep ya block Rep ya city This is me talkin
turns real in a street assault Soldiers dying in the killing fields This a rap song, that street gang banging shit is really real Don?t get it confused, the city
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck
Crazy ass Psycho City blocks street ghetto red hot Dangerous slums woods lost ?hoods burnt spots we live in Killing fields death fills Concrete jungles
