K-Rino - Children of the Concrete lyrics

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 shit 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 'cause 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'

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

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 carwash
Next thing you know I hear
A round of gunshots, aw shit
These motherfuckers hit the curb
For another hit jumped on the side of a
House quick as a mouse
Realized I had my shit in a pouch
So I snatched 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 pissed on myself when I
Saw that KO was dead
I started crying 'cause I knew that was it
My first mind said, "Let it
Slide, " second mind said, "Bullshit"
So when I catch 'em
School out and no retreat
Obsolete, 'Children of the Concrete'

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

Six months later K-Rino is ruling the scene
So fucking 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 KO 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 'cause his momma
Had my beeper number
2 o'clock I get an ass 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 ass at Fool City
At ten minutes after 2: 00
There was three left
By 2: 15, weren't nobody but me left
So now I'm riding the dick
Of a court-appointed lawyer
For tryna be a fucking warrior
They boxed me up for a
Year then I made parole
Cops confiscated my shit now
I'm snatching your gold
Then I sell it so I can
Score me some quick crack
Get fat and reaccumulate my shit 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
Stealing clothes from them hoes
While the money grows
Jumped a freak till she left
With a swoll neck
Fucked 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 ass into hitting it
In three months my car was sold
Dead as a pole and didn't
Give a damn about gold
I used to be out in South Park dropping hoes
Now I'm out there holding up Stop & Go's

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
Kill or be killed, kill or be killed