Concrete Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Graveyard Shift - E-40

I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword 

Started having money, buying things that I used to couldn't afford 

At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannish-itz 

I bought a nickel plated four fift' 

Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and Fairlanes 

Chevy, Impalas, Cutlass and Mustang 

Donkey rows, jewelry like a Pharaoh 

Troop jackets, DBoy Apparel 

Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need 

You ought to add subtract but can barely read 

No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I didn't 

You think I'll be dead or successful or in prison 

Triple beam scared while I was flipping the goop 

Hella clientele, I was getting my loot 

Concrete, I ain't made of feathers 

Tear shit up just like some angry protesters 

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I come from the streets 

Where they play for keeps 

The strong and the weak 

Gotta be concrete 

I'm from the streets 

Where every day they leak 

Ambulance and police 

Gotta be concrete 

He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas 

But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that? 

A quarter horse, enter the game and came when I left, a tortoise 

That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course 

You still in the game? Nah, we divorced 

You make any change? No remorse 

You're full of shit just like a port-a-potty 

His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies 

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I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong 

That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone 

Be a leader, not a follower 

And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader 

Stop thinking with your peter 

My peter? Yeah, your dick 

Why? A chick will get you hit 

Keep your eye on the sparrow 

Get cornered and ambushed 

They'll limit with your space, your space is narrow 

I come from the streets 

Where they play for keeps 

The strong and the weak 

Gotta be concrete 

I'm from the streets 

Where every day they leak 

Ambulance and police 

Gotta be concrete 

He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance 

They would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken" 

They wasn't gangbangin' but they was set tripping 

Ate him up real good but he's still living 

The victim's parents lawyer on a case for real 

Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars 

And make him pay they doctor's bill 

But the shooter a monster, he hella fear 

So ain't nobody talking, listen here 

Not only them 

But the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway 

Because when he get out and get his shit together 

He gon' put them niggas under the weather 

When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever 

Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures 

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet 

I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete 

I come from the streets 

Where they play for keeps 

The strong and the weak 

Gotta be concrete 

I'm from the streets 

Where every day they leak 

Ambulance and police 

Gotta be concrete