The Avenues
Don't be looking at my life
And think this shit's nice
I lost some real close friends
In this shit life amro lost his life he was
Playing 'round with flick knifes
And when that happened see Plato
Part of him died
Tarrick rose up his strap
He didn't think right
But who can blame him he
Just lost his little bro
And straight after that the feds
Locked him in a hole all i know it must have
Been impossible to cope
We was young i was thirteen
A year after that is when i went and shot my
First fiend used to get a ball for dirt cheap
Tarricks out in Egypt 'bout to get married
8 years down the line and im
Just hoping that he's happy
I'm glad that your once at peace
At age 15 is when i
Really touched the street, i was moving bait
My mum found crack for the very last time
Now I'm living at my olders
On a very hard grind
Shotting out on costcutter like
Every last night
Then you know the feds done went
On the strip, took Billy, Plato
Rido and Rengz for some shit
That was 6 years ago
I'm still sending them shit
Fast forward 1 year the blocks on fire
2011 nigga ratz drops messiah
These times I'm riding 'round with
Mello, Skinz and Slicer
We was hitting licks
The same goes for Blacks, G Dotz and Grim
Stus, Bones, Moths and Chip we
All grew up from kids
Now we're 17 it's active
I'm talking gunshots and stabbings
Plus there's bare straps 'round the mandem
I love all my G's shout my nigga
Ruggy he showed love to the team
I made 10 bags and got banned from the block
I was in country, i knew crack and the rock
So i got myself a phone and
Made it bang for the rock
Nowadays i spend a clean bag on a top
O'12 i got a cunch phone serving packs
Now im back up on the Avs
Smoking weed and you know
We're riding round strat
Then BAM, G Dotz died im sitting in the can
The feds kicked my door off
Their talking kinda mad
Talking 'bout some shit i did
In brikky with my gang, that was in o'11
I got a 2 do 1, now im
Doubled up with mello wearing 2, 2, 1
Got shipped out of thames side for 2
2 scuffs 'member sitting in my cell
Taking 2, 2 puffs
Told myself i'd get this money
What d'you take me for
I came home and chirrped the
Plug for eighteen and raw, and then i met
Steve, he told me how to press
Yay and then i met P's
Now im trapped in a trap
And i can't get free
All my brothers bro their missing
Got the zart feeling different
We're 'bout to bring it back
For ALL of my niggas
Now i sit here im counting
Up ALL of these figures
It's like the feds just
Took All of the dingers, when they dipped
My nigga Hersey, it hurt me
But they don't want you in this country
Just cause you work see and he
Can't come back 'till he's suttin' like
30, the Pigs done him dirty
I miss all my niggas all my niggas worthy