Psycho City Blocks Lyrics - Singles - Psycho Realm

We came to drop these styles; it's no shock 

We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop 

We come from psycho cities and blocks 

We're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop 

Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few 

Leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed 

How the fuck we could be so blazed? 

It takes one block to fill your life with terror 

Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area 

Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot 

By motherfuckers making hip hop? 

We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide 

On the hustle leading crooked lives 

We don't die, we multiply; but we divide 

So how are we gonna survive? 

You got your role, I got mine; don't cross paths 

Cause an intersection's just another form of clash, we crash 

Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events 

I'm bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page 

L.a., street families are crumblin we legacies 

There must be some type of way out of this pain 

Said the joker chain smokin weed train 

Take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain 

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We came to drop these styles, it's no shock 

We rock 'til the cops come and rock non-stop 

Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? 

The psycho realm's spraying out your box 

We come from psycho cities and blocks 

We're raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop 

Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? 

We come from psycho cities and blocks 

Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept 

When somebody changes the music and the tune is death 

We don't dance around bonfires 

We get stoned, tripped or wired 

In memory of those expired 

My people's exodus results in prejudice 

You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists 

Now let me tell you this: we don't choose to tote gats 

And sellin on the corner is to avoid tax 

If you gun talk or hip-hop there's too much division 

So find a new mission or it'll stop 

We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes 

Some do it for money, and others for the fame 

You're out playin games dangerous with high aim 

How long will you maintain before you get slain? 

Clearing the mind but my soul is mad 

Tendency to act real bad 

Come across me don't c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t. 

Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely 

You see me pelon psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm 

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