K-Rino - Wicked Land lyrics

Before your mug turns
Execution of slug perms
Thugs yearn for the status in
Money that drugs earn
Boys love searn, mission to stay above worms
For the bread
Chicks stay on they knees like rug burns
We don't tell jokes
Better boat when ya smell smoke
We illiterate hustlers we can't
Even spell broke
Youngstas sell dope and contribute
To jail growth
Snitches tell folks who working ending
Up in twelve votes killas rush through
Barricades that touch you
Bullets crush you and persecute
Before bust you you'll be sub-earthly
Went to court and the judge search me
They don't love mercy cops are
Racist and blood thirsty they submit plans
Hustlers get around like wristbands
You ain't gotta pay a
Hit man seventy-six grand
In a big chance you better
Be slick with quick hands
And try'na never sell a stand by
The fan where the ship lands
From the time the sunrise they devise no good
If you a G then I know
I just described yo hood
If you not better watch where
Your drive or stand
Or mess around and make a wrong
Turn in the wicked land

When the war grows, more soul get foreclosed
Cats are hard nose killas
Stay armed like torsos
Cars blow, up in into spark modes of charcoal
Narks roll through and beat up
Youngsta's on dark roads
Crammin try and grab thieves
Framing you finding scaps
Cadavers on slabs being an
Examined in crime labs (yeah)
And every picture the portrait's a mad man
Torturous bad man with corpses in trash cans
Boy you Mr clean
Plus you greener than Listerine
You ain't live to see the
Wicked extremes the pistol brings
Houses fit for kings
Bosses who have you kissing rings
Explicit things the victims be hoping
That it's a dream
But as sure as I'm rapping
This ain't no tourist attraction
The impurest of actions crafted
By hooded assassins a mob target
They'll spark it in his apartment
Wife and daughter get home they'll
Be walking the red carpet

From the time the sunrise they devise no good
If you a G then I know
I just described yo hood
If you not better watch where
Your drive or stand
Or mess around and make a wrong
Turn in the wicked land

We take hearts, and vacation in Saint Barts
Breaking bank faults
We so wicked we shank thoughts
See we fire straps, ammo try'na to frier cams
Iron claps on the crying
Rath wearing wire taps straight raw foes
High weapons inside clothes
Can't describe those
Three shots but five holes
Chasing pesos fools auction in they souls
Try'na make doe, we got judges on payrolls
Got the cerve famous
Specializing in bird maintenance
We serve daily stellify
Ducking the surveillance
Pink shirt rippers, the enemy hersh flippers
Better work with us
Tricks try'na converse strippers
Worldwide anthems
We too rugged to ride fathoms
Haters dying, cramping
Killers hiding inside mansions
Then a slaughter move
You ain't leaving you outta dude
Will expose the intestinal fortitude
Part of you, yeah

Yeah ya boy K-Rino
This goes out to every ghetto
Every hood in the world
Shoutout to my homie the Re-Up Entertainment
Third Ward erowid Homes
Shoutout to the Brick Boyz, South Park
Fifth Ward
Vice Lords, G's, B's & C's, the VA's
Canna Court, Sterling Wood, Southeast