| Down went K-O, no time to lag
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| Last month he rode a bus now he rolling a jag
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| He picked me up around 6:15
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| He had just paid a fiend some green to get his shit cleaned
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| Got in the back with a smile on my face
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| Couldn’t help but notice twenty five grand in a briefcase
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| Went to another dope spot, then we ran
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| Weapon in hand, made another grand, paid his clan
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| See I’ll be jocking my boy cos he’s striving
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| A freak in the car giving him head while we driving
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| Runnin' straight came never ever skimming
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| Seventeen years old straight pimping grown women
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| We hit the crib about 6:45
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| Watching the news, hearing about some punks that died
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| Found out they was the brothers from our street
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| They got beat now they 'Children of the Concrete'
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| Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
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| Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
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| Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
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| Kill or be killed, kill or be killed
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| Got there at 7 o’clock on the dot
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| After hearing the word three of my homeboys had got shot
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| Stepped in the place a cop on the case found
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| Ten dead brothers on the floor laying face down
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| In South Park don’t nothing get squashed
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| Let’s see how many brothers been popped at the car wash
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| Next thing you know I hear a round off gun shots, aw shit
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| These motherfuckers hit the curb for another hit
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| Jumped on the side of a house quick as a mouse
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| Realized I had my shit in a pouch, so I snatched it out
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| All of a sudden the shooting just ceased
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| Two girls standing by got stuck plus two police
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| I felt kind of bad that they got the props
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| I ain’t gonna front, I was glad that they shot the cops
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| I stepped out feeling nervous and scared
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| Almost pissed on myself when I saw that K.O. |
| was dead
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| I started crying cos I knew that was it
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| My first mind said, «Let it slide,» second mind said, «Bullshit»
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| So when I catch 'em, school out and no retreat
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| Obsolete, 'Children of the Concrete'
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| Six months later K-Rino is ruling the scene
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| So fucking clean I don’t touch nothing but green
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| I live in a condo out there on the rich side
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| Ain’t been to the hood since K.O. |
| died
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| I stepped in a club, well rested, uncontested
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| Gaming on hoes I used to mess with
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| Within minutes I had to put a sucker under
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| Punk got mad cos his momma had my beeper number
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| 2 o’clock I get an ass invitation
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| Saw the dudes who popped my boy by the gas station
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| I pull the trigger with no pity
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| Now they selling six-packs of cold punkass at Fool City
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| At ten minutes after two there was three left
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| By 2:15, weren’t nobody but me left
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| So now I’m riding the dick of a court appointed lawyer
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| For tryna be a fucking warrior
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| They boxed me up for a year then I made parole
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| Cops confiscated my shit now I’m snatching your gold
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| Then I sell it so I can score me some quick crack
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| Get fat and reaccumulate my shit back
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| Within a month I was back in the park
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| But had brothers slanging for me in 5th Ward and Honclark
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| But smoking moes had me froze cos I’m robbing my foes
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| Steeling clothes from them hoes while the money grows
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| Jumped a freak till she left with a swoll neck
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| Fucked her once and made her give me her whole check
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| Went to a spot two tricks had a dime, they were splitting it
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| They talked my stupid ass into hitting it
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| In three months my car was sold
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| Dead as a pole and didn’t give a damn about gold
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| I used to be out in South Park dropping hoes
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| Now I’m out there holding up Stop & Go’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Children Of The Concrete , by - K Rino. Song from the album Stories From The Black Book, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп