Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inspector Deck, artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Inspector Deck |
| You thought county jailtime loomed imminently |
| 'Til the squad car turned where your enemies be |
| When the pigs uncuffed you, then it would sink |
| In, you are now lookin' at death on the brink |
| Of it, soon as the cop car left, the gunshots came |
| Straight, hit a kid in his bed, dead on a box spring |
| Jack boys always lookin' for a key |
| But that life won’t last, you better believe! |
| Crack dealers got rocks all night, all day, but |
| Hit 'em in the face with a wooden AK, but |
| Chains come off, safe codes get gave up |
| Street siege, manhole, don’t get ate up (shit!) |
| Even the kids are packin' tools now |
| Sellin' dope on the block, it doesn’t cool down |
| 'Round here before a blind, you inspect your keg |
| Now, bring the sample in from Inspectah Deck |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Every night, red and blue lights surround the avenue |
| Sure, it’s kinda hard to flip bricks and get your revenue |
| Walk through war just to hit the corner store |
| A half of the niggas paved the way ain’t here no more (rest in peace!) |
| So on that note, I live tryna stay afloat |
| With the generals approach, stay up out the slopes (whole time!) |
| The neighborhood won’t change, it’s only gettin' worse |
| Not enough bread to go around, so, my people hurt (starvin'!) |
| Can’t forget about the ones layin' in the dirt |
| 'Cause if it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t have a turf |
| Stay in school, lil' nigga, don’t try and be me |
| I might be lookin' fresh but inside it’s killin' me |
| My face expressions tell it all, I’m in misery |
| Styrofoam cup in my hands filled with Hennessy |
| Any moment I could spaz on a killin' spree |
| But then my kids would have to live with bad memories |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |
| Stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks |
| And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot |