Street Platoons

Street Platoons （）-The Psycho Realm
Time is short and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this sh*t
You get abused by street platoons
Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do
We break circles of enemies
Blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive by's on the street
So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps
Sick platoons flood the streets of Los
Like a sick typhoon
Mutha f**kas drive by world wide
And everybody you and I know dies
The only guarantee in life
Is death your last breath
Come when your famo least expect it
Soldier run wild in your song
Red dawn strikes your back in dead name
Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm
And your whole world's thrown
And wrapped in psyclone
Alright ride through the city like that
Pants T shirts are creased and stole gats
LA undercover shoot to kill
Child of the streets run wild in war fields
Scheming on pigs that start sh*t
Guilty treat us all dirty filthy
The streets are flooded with
Budded corrupted minds running
Those who can't cut it
Leave the hoodlum studded
Ghetto wondering what is
The excuse or reason for high treason
In blasting season leaving
One of your color bleeding
Repeating never stopping body dropping
Hood rocking window glocking
Zone shocking
Defending pavement attacking
Facing arraignment
Jail's enslavement shackled
For justice to the plaintiff
When the charges stick that's
It you get hit with some bid
For what you did prevent
And rid some kid of his chance to live
Cause of the block he lives in
Not giving a f**k just
Trying to win your block ribbon
Glock driven joining street
Platoons like it's some fashion
Going out of style so you catch it
For some action
It's no joke homeboys get smoked
Poked cause they provoke
Locked on d**e no hope for growth
That's why we're broke
Short pocket street criminals fail
To lock it but crime sky rockets
So where the f**k is the profit
Maybe in hands of those
Who supply drugs and weapons
Let's take that sh*t back
By forming neighborhood connections
Time is short and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this sh*t
You get abused by street platoons
Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do
We break circles of enemies
Blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive by's on the street
So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps
Time is short and my life is sick
That's how it is man look at this sh*t
You get abused by street platoons
Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do
We break circles of enemies
Blocks get shot with defeat
They say no drive by's on the street
So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps