ILL BILL, Meyhem Lauren, Q-Unique - L'Amour East lyrics

E Train, last car, ten deep, left em dripping
Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags
Peace to Griffen
Sneakers was Scottie Pippen
Denim was probably Guess
I’ve been Laurenovich since then
Rocking my Snow Beach vest
Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on
Freak dancing in the backstreet
With our Glocks on
Hard rocks, hammers and heaters
They kept the blocks warm
Daily objective being gone before
The cops swarm
Holding TECs, never sex, we was not porn
Streets made us then they raised us
We are not born gang shit was on the rise
But most my clique was neutral
Don't get it fucked up nigga
Why? Most my clique will shoot you
Without beads or a bandana
Bullets will make your face blurry
Like a bad camera
Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit
Cop killer central, you die quick
What up though?

Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
From across seas to cross Queens
We all creeps
CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
Smoke PCP
Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef

I took the 6 train to
The Bronx for infinity lessons
With the rise of the crack
Rock had the vicinity stressing
My Zulu medallion over whatever
We was wearing
In the late '80s, we wasn’t born wild
We was made crazy
That movie 'Beat Street' was so misleading
‘Cause some of the breakers I
Knew were stick-up kids
That leave you cold and bleeding
It wasn’t a happier time
New York was a fucking mess
Little yellow envelope stuffed with
Skunk and cess then I’m in the back of the B
Train with a four finger ring
And a gold rope, didn’t look like a rapper
I looked like somebody that sold dope
And maybe I did, cause back home was no hope
But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke
And I wanted to be just like the God
Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard
Dog, it was more realer back then
You would either deal or rap
The industry snatched from Brooklyn
I steal it back

Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
From across seas to cross Queens
We all creeps
CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
Smoke PCP
Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef

Double L Train Canarsie, fit tags
Drippy markers albee Square, Coliseum
Fifty deep in Kings Plaza
Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers
Rap singers blasted Desert Eagles
Turning tracks forever ether
While the war planes scatter nukes
Cross-played splatter goons
Sauteed magic shrooms
More strange antics soon
Blasting "Paid In Full, " Dog Day Afternoon
Had to pay my dues, fought James after school
I snuffed John Hayes in
Front of Captain Video
Next to the Arch Diner
Joey Haskell was with me too
That was before the gunplay
And Dapper Dan jackets
Bootleg Timberland leathers and
Automatic ratchets
Before Artie Artelino blew his face off
Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed
Up a 8 ball
From childhood to manhood in Kings County
From my hood to yours
We represent it proudly
Represent New York, represent Rowdy
Represent my whole crew, represent Howie

Latin Quarter to L’Amour East, we all beasts
From across seas to cross Queens
We all creeps
CBGB's to L’Amour east, we all beasts
Smoke PCP
Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef