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children of the concrete - k-rino lyrics

[verse 1]
down went k-o, no time to lag
last month he rode a bus now he rolling a jag
he picked me up around 6:15
he had just paid a fiend some green to get his sh-t cleaned
got in the back with a smile on my face
couldn’t help but notice twenty five grand in a briefcase
went to another dope spot, then we ran
weapon in hand, made another grand, paid his clan
see i’ll be jocking my boy cos he’s striving
a freak in the car giving him head while we driving
runnin’ straight came never ever skimming
seventeen years old straight pimping grown women
we hit the crib about 6:45
watching the news, hearing about some punks that died
found out they was the brothers from our street
they got beat now they ‘children of the concrete’

[hook]
k!ll or be k!lled, k!ll or be k!lled
k!ll or be k!lled, k!ll or be k!lled
k!ll or be k!lled, k!ll or be k!lled
k!ll or be k!lled, k!ll or be k!lled

[verse 2]
got there at 7 o’clock on the dot
after hearing the word three of my homeboys had got shot
stepped in the place a cop on the case found
ten dead brothers on the floor laying face down
in south park don’t nothing get squashed
let’s see how many brothers been popped at the car wash
next thing you know i hear a round off gun shots, aw sh-t
these motherf-ckers hit the curb for another hit
jumped on the side of a house quick as a mouse
realized i had my sh-t in a pouch, so i sn-tched it out
all of a sudden the shooting just ceased
two girls standing by got stuck plus two police
i felt kind of bad that they got the props
i ain’t gonna front, i was glad that they shot the cops
i stepped out feeling nervous and scared
almost p-ssed on myself when i saw that k.o. was dead
i started crying cos i knew that was it
my first mind said, “let it slide,” second mind said, “bullsh-t”
so when i catch ’em, school out and no retreat
obsolete, ‘children of the concrete’

[hook]

[verse 3]
six months later k-rino is ruling the scene
so f-cking clean i don’t touch nothing but green
i live in a condo out there on the rich side
ain’t been to the hood since k.o. died
i stepped in a club, well rested, uncontested
gaming on hoes i used to mess with
within minutes i had to put a sucker under
punk got mad cos his momma had my beeper number
2 o’clock i get an -ss invitation
saw the dudes who popped my boy by the gas station
i pull the trigger with no pity
now they selling six-packs of cold punk-ss at fool city
at ten minutes after two there was three left
by 2:15, weren’t n0body but me left
so now i’m riding the d-ck of a court appointed lawyer
for tryna be a f-cking warrior
they boxed me up for a year then i made parole
cops confiscated my sh-t now i’m sn-tching your gold
then i sell it so i can score me some quick crack
get fat and reacc-mulate my sh-t back
within a month i was back in the park
but had brothers slanging for me in 5th ward and honclark
but smoking moes had me froze cos i’m robbing my foes
steeling clothes from them hoes while the money grows
jumped a freak till she left with a swoll neck
f-cked her once and made her give me her whole check
went to a spot two tricks had a dime, they were splitting it
they talked my stupid -ss into hitting it
in three months my car was sold
dead as a pole and didn’t give a d-mn about gold
i used to be out in south park dropping hoes
now i’m out there holding up stop & go’s

[hook]

- k rino lyrics

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