Hell-Aware

[Verse 1: I.N.X]:
Beat slayer from the belly of the beast
Where you either live or die by the streets
Die by the heat
Saying get a burner up in Hell's Kitchen
Where niggas ain't on milk cartons but they still missing
Where lil' niggas skip gym but they still flipping
Where they'll turn your scalp red, no Scottie Pippen
Bulleyes turn white caps to Bull's fitted's
Brown body with the cranberry tee
Lying in the streets
Niggas go numb to means tryna' make a means
Niggas caught a body by the bus, I swear I heard the screams
Matter fact, I probably slept to them shits
Good nigga caught up in the mix
Ain't that bout' a bitch
This ain't a city for the weak hearted
If your body ain't as strong as your spirit then they getting parted
Where they killing for the art of it
In the land where the devil roam domes in a chrome Cutless
And you can catch a nigga bending in the two door
Chronicles of a young Sith Lord
Tryna' get more
Bodies on floors
Hands in the air with my foot in the door
Come fuck with your bul' out of Hell-Aware

[Hook: I.N.X]
The block is hell, the streets is hot
More memorials here than parking spots
Welcome to Hell-Aware
Where you get guns before chest hair
Only make it out if you blessed here
Welcome to Hell-Aware
The block is hell, the streets is hot
Where nothing don't pop if the gun don't pop
Welcome to Hell-Aware

[Verse 2: K. Rivers]