You love to hear the story, again and againAbout these young brothers, from the City of WindLike juice and gin, in the city we blendAmongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rimsY'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailedHeartless females that wanna ride in emFelt the southside venom in raw hides and denimPimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victimsWe living in, my man in the fast lane pivotingOn the block white is selling like EminemOn the block it "Jump Off" like Kim and themOn the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and thenShorties get the game but no instructions to assemblingEyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming themCall my man cuzo, like I'm kin to himHe trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him
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