Lyrics Caught In The Cross (South Park S**t) - K Rino

Caught In The Cross (South Park S**t)

I was born in the land of the shiest
The place where motherfuckers steal a piece of bubblegum and get life
Cops shoot to kill, they don’t love me
Kick the door down, asking questions but my mama lied for me
Had a partner who was selling bad crack
I’m staying at his crib around the time when the killers tried to pay him back
Busted in, charging fools up, tried to get him
I ain’t never sold no dope but I’m in it ‘cause I’m winning
He ain’t there, so I’m knowing that it’s doom
His little brother sleeping in the room, never woke up all you heard was BOOM
Is this the final stage for me?
I’m witnessing his son facing a pistol for the first time at the age of three
«Woah, please player let us make it
All I got it 20 dollars and a pack of gunpowder, take it»
But they ain’t faking and a flash shot proceeded
Finally made the front page but I didn’t live to read it
Welcome to the place where the killers hang
Shoot a motherfucker like it ain’t no thang
Brothers selling dope, suckers running game
Cops hating black folk and taking aim
I’m on the metro ain’t got no ride so I’m standing in heat
Warm up pants, hood out, Nikes on my feet
My homie rode up asked me which way I’m going
Told me to hop inside, «What up fool, you still flowing?»
We shot the breeze, laid back chilling in the drop
He said, «Hold up, wanna rush?
I need to make a stop»
I said, «It's cool» so we head to other side of town
My boy got out, gave me the keys, said, «Turn the car around»
I’m sitting down about five or ten minutes passed
He ran out wearing a mask screaming, «Hit the gas!»
I’m tearing ass at the same time, tryna think
I seen some cats, damn this motherfucker robbed a bank
I was shaking, he was laughing when he looked at me
Said, «Wait inhaling, boy» and quickly broke me off a G
That’s when the HPD blasting so we blasting back
He met the graveyard but I’m meeting twenty flat
Can I touch ‘em with some South Park shit?
Can I hit ya with some South Park Shit?
Can I touch ‘em with some South Park shit?
Yo, I got this partner, he said he needed to talk to me
He knew this spot where some fools was dropping off a ki
Gat plus ski mask equals paid, fuck what you heard
We touching everybody taking money and the bird
«But I can’t pull this shit alone», that’s what he said
«I need a back-up, somebody with a level head»
I owed this boy some scratch and he gon' bump me if he get me
Let’s make the come up K-Rino and split it 50−50″
I feared it’s risky, we might not make it through that shit
All of a sudden I heard a voice say, «Hey, let’s do that shit
«Man, that’s a car plus a crib fool, comprehend»
Gave him my answer in three quick words, «Count me in»
We pulled a move, jacked it smooth, came and locked the doors
While counting the money something said, «What if all this was yours
You got the gun».
I said «Yeah, but I can’t buck him
He put me down, he hooked me up.»
The voice said, «Man, fuck him»
So I just thought about the situation, what to do
I didn’t know that his conscious was howling at him too
Telling him to do the same damn thing to me
He pulled the strap and beat me for the money and the ki
Damn
Now this is for the brother that got blasted with the pump
This is for that baby they found inside the dump
This is for the fool that straight clicked and lost his mind
This is for that sucker that got shot up thirty times
This is for the youngster that some police beat to death
This is for the girl that was depressed and killed herself
This is for the sister at the club acting wild
This is for that sucker that ran out on his child
This is for the neighbourhood that’s overcome with sin
This is for that killer doing life inside the pen
This is for that trick that stabbed his homey in the back
This is for that child whose mama strung out on that crack
This is for that sister that be setting brothers up
This is for the government because they been corrupt
This is for them perpetrators acting like they rough
This is for that.
fuck that shit man that’s enough