Kids on the Ave

The block`s hot, the block`s hot with top notch glock shots<br>Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks<br>The blue baggy bender boys, that`s the way we roll<br>Fiends around the way`ll suck the ego out your pee hole<br>I`m fuckin fed up with my pockets bein empty<br>I`m known as an MC but all these fiends tempt me<br>Starin at my man Chill lookin at the way he would<br>Run the drug game, we was from the same neighborhood<br>But back then nothin more than a average<br>We grew up together, dunkin balls off a carriage<br>And now he got little hot shot slingin rocks in spots<br>Mad props, got all the fuckin blocks locked<br>I knew this kid when he was a litter but now he`s bigger<br>Got little kids pullin triggers and I feel like a quitter<br>And all I do is complain, I gotta earn a rap name<br>Cause gettin caught always kept me out the crack game<br>But then I see the five-o don`t harrass em, they just pass em<br>Even ask me if they can have some<br>I go straight to my man J.B. to hit me off<br>I hit you back, so you won`t be at a loss<br><br>[ CHORUS (2X) ]<br>You got kids on the ave<br>Lickin shots in the locks<br>Slingin rocks on blocks with cocked glocks<br>It don`t stop<br><br>A year later, my pockets are greater, but no, not much<br>I got my girl cookin product and cuttin rocks up<br>Yeah, the microphone whiz got his own biz<br>Daddy dearest to weirdest, I`m sellin to my own kids<br>They call me greedy as a granddad<br>Leave a whole clan mad, I want the same car my man Jam had<br>I never get it by little crack freaks in backstreets<br>Fuck the backseat, it`s time to let my gat speak<br>But then again I`d rather be on the corner pushin cookies<br>On little steps that locked up slingin cigarettes<br>Man, my mind`s all fucked up<br>I tell my man "tough luck, in this game you never get enough bucks"<br>And so I`m `bout to spread eagle on muthafuckas<br>Had business from Southern Cal all the way to Rockers<br>Got a bunch of kids who know my name on the block<br>As the hand clapper rapper on the rise with the rocks<br>Cause real late at night all these fiends are like zombies<br>Don`t walk by me (I ain`t your everyday timer-timer)<br>I never do my own dirt cause that won`t work<br>I got kids runnin for mine, fuck doin they homework<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>It seems the more time passes the larger that I`m gettin<br>Writin rhymes every day but don`t know where my future`s headin<br>It`s me and my girl cause my crew ran a game<br>Took a train to the plane cause they said I ain`t the same<br>They said I got the drug fame now I`m actin cloudy<br>But cash rules everything around me, so be audi<br>This ain`t the way I planned it, I don`t understand it<br>Back then I rock a party and still end up bein stranded<br>But now I got my onw ride, got my own crib<br>Clockin get me more money than a microphone did<br>I find J.B. to pay him what he gave me<br>I`m walkin mad nervous cause these kids are actin shady<br>I sit back collectin, the five-o ain`t expectin<br>If ain`t shit wrong, there`s no need for correctin<br>I got the mad dough cash flow, paid out the asshole<br>More power than Wonder Woman`s lasso<br>But oh shit, there go Chill, said he gotta speak to me<br>That`s that kid that inspired me illegally<br>He probably wan` get d with me, or maybe not<br>Pulled out the black glock, "stay off the fuckin block"<br>Now what m`I gon` do, fuck that bitch, he ain`t shit<br>I put the hollow tip clip on the hip and hit the strip<br>Scared as a muthafucka, I ain`t gon` front<br>These bitches want my head, I`m `bout to give em what they want<br>They`ll probably get my girl if they don`t see my brains melt out<br>Fuck the satisfaction, I`m about to take myself out<br><br>( *shot* )