Concrete

I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword

Started having money, buying things that I used to couldn't afford

At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannish-itz

I bought a nickel plated four fift'

Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and Fairlanes

Chevy, Impalas, Cutlass and Mustang

Donkey rows, jewelry like a Pharaoh

Troop jackets, DBoy Apparel

Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need

You ought to add subtract but can barely read

No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I didn't

You think I'll be dead or successful or in prison

Triple beam scared while I was flipping the goop

Hella clientele, I was getting my loot

Concrete, I ain't made of feathers

Tear shit up just like some angry protesters

I come from the streets

Where they play for keeps

The strong and the weak

Gotta be concrete

I'm from the streets

Where every day they leak

Ambulance and police

Gotta be concrete

He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas

But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that?

A quarter horse, enter the game and came when I left, a tortoise

That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course

You still in the game? Nah, we divorced

You make any change? No remorse

You're full of shit just like a port-a-potty

His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies

I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong

That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone

Be a leader, not a follower

And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader

Stop thinking with your peter

My peter? Yeah, your dick

Why? A chick will get you hit

Keep your eye on the sparrow

Get cornered and ambushed

They'll limit with your space, your space is narrow

I come from the streets

Where they play for keeps

The strong and the weak

Gotta be concrete

I'm from the streets

Where every day they leak

Ambulance and police

Gotta be concrete

He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance

They would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken"

They wasn't gangbangin' but they was set tripping

Ate him up real good but he's still living

The victim's parents lawyer on a case for real

Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars

And make him pay they doctor's bill

But the shooter a monster, he hella fear

So ain't nobody talking, listen here

Not only them

But the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway

Because when he get out and get his shit together

He gon' put them niggas under the weather

When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever

Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet

I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete

I come from the streets

Where they play for keeps

The strong and the weak

Gotta be concrete

I'm from the streets

Where every day they leak

Ambulance and police

Gotta be concrete