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[Verse 1:] I was threw in the game with a shield and a sword Started having money, buying things I used to couldn't afford At the beginning of my mannishness I was the mannishest I bought a nickel-plated .45th Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs Donkey rolls, jewelry like a pharaoh Troop jackets, d-boy apparel Hop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you need Knew how to add and subtract but barely can read No, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn't Either gon' be dead or successful or imprisoned Triple beam scale, I was flipping the goup Hella clientele, I was getting my loot Concrete, I ain't made of feathers Tear shit up just like some angry protesters [Hook] I come from the streets Where they play for keeps The strong and the weak Gotta be concrete I'm from the streets Where every day they leak Ambulance and police Gotta be concrete [Verse 2:] He started off fast, came in last ran out of gas, but he was winning at first What you call a person like that? A quarter horse Entered the game and can't run a lap, a t-tortoise That's domino talk, mayne, you mack - O-of course You still in the game? Nah, we divorced You make any change? No remorse He full of shit just like a porter potty His hustle game sloppy, triggered off on them boppies I'm from what's right, maybe that's what's wrong That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone Be a leader not a follower If you will be a follower, follow the right leader Stop thinking with your peter My peter? Yeah, your dick Why? A chick'll get you hit Keep your eye on the sparrow Get cornered and ambushed, they'll limit your space, your space is narrow [Verse 3:] He put his foot where his mouth is - good riddance Gunned him down in the drive-through of Kentucky Fried Chicken They wasn't gangbanging, but they was set-tripping Ate him up real good, but he still living The victim's parent's lawyer on the case for real Try'na put the nigga that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor's bill But the shooter a monster, he hella feared So ain't nobody talking, listen here And not only that, but the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway Because when he get out and get his shit together He gon' put them niggas under the weather When it comes to feuding and funking gotta be clever Beef and commotion and drastic measures From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet I don't know about you, but I'mma stay concrete Biatch
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