Lirik Lagu Street Platoons - The Psycho Realm
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Chorus (x1)Time is short and my life is sickThat's how it is man look at this shitYou get abused by street platoonsHit you like wind and what-cha gonna do?We break circles of enemies blocksGet shot with defeatThey say no drive-by's on the streetSo mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps
Sick platoons flood the streets of losLike a sick typhoonMutha-fuckas drive by world wideAnd everybody you and I know diesThe only guarantee in life is deathYour last breathCome when your famo least expect itSoldier run wild in your songRed dawn strikes your back in dead 'namYour mind's flipping but the scene's dead calmAnd your whole world's thrownAnd wrapped in psycloneAlright ride through the city like thatPants, t-shirts are creased and stole gatsLa undercover shoot to killChild of the streets run wild in war fieldsScheming on pigs that start shitGuilty treat us all dirty filthy
The streets are floodedWith budded corrupted minds runningThose who can't cut itLeave the hoodlum studded ghettoWondering what isThe excuse or reason for high treasonIn blasting season leavingOne of your color bleedingRepeating never stopping body dropping'Hood rocking window glocking zone shockingDefending pavement attacking,Facing arraignmentJail's enslavement shackled for justiceTo the plaintiffWhen the charges stick that's itYou get hit with some bidFor what you did prevent and rid some kidOf his chance to liveCause of the block he lives inNot giving a fuck just trying to winYour block ribbonGlock driven joining street platoonsLike it's some fashionGoing out of style so you catch itFor some actionIt's no joke homeboys get smoked,Poked, 'cause they provokeLocked on dope no hope for growthThat's why we're brokeShort pocket street criminalsFail to lock
Sick platoons flood the streets of losLike a sick typhoonMutha-fuckas drive by world wideAnd everybody you and I know diesThe only guarantee in life is deathYour last breathCome when your famo least expect itSoldier run wild in your songRed dawn strikes your back in dead 'namYour mind's flipping but the scene's dead calmAnd your whole world's thrownAnd wrapped in psycloneAlright ride through the city like thatPants, t-shirts are creased and stole gatsLa undercover shoot to killChild of the streets run wild in war fieldsScheming on pigs that start shitGuilty treat us all dirty filthy
The streets are floodedWith budded corrupted minds runningThose who can't cut itLeave the hoodlum studded ghettoWondering what isThe excuse or reason for high treasonIn blasting season leavingOne of your color bleedingRepeating never stopping body dropping'Hood rocking window glocking zone shockingDefending pavement attacking,Facing arraignmentJail's enslavement shackled for justiceTo the plaintiffWhen the charges stick that's itYou get hit with some bidFor what you did prevent and rid some kidOf his chance to liveCause of the block he lives inNot giving a fuck just trying to winYour block ribbonGlock driven joining street platoonsLike it's some fashionGoing out of style so you catch itFor some actionIt's no joke homeboys get smoked,Poked, 'cause they provokeLocked on dope no hope for growthThat's why we're brokeShort pocket street criminalsFail to lock
