The Ave Lyrics

The Ave lyrics

I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in
the middle of the street
Shit ball fights would go on in the park
It's
like damn pirate nigga's come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
shit
On the side gold diggin' for some part time dick
O.G. nigga's turn
into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call
it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on
the block sell that rocked up shit
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool
pass
Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say
fuck grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
I see some
nigga's that I used to go to school with
They look at me like my face is
full of bear shit
They don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put
they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't
fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days
are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To
the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an
Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my
shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't
care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo,
but I don't want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then
lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice
game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the
corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about jail hoe
I just
lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
Us nigga's on the block, got on
income breakin' boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be
dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
But a
helmet won't work though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow
up
Cuz real niggas just multiply
But now days real nigga's just
die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet
Real nigga's smoke
buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
I snort
caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn
feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the
store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah
hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be
fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well
them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pass
Give up your cash
and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave