L'Amour East

(Meyhem Lauren) E Train, last car, 10 deep, left em drippin' Blacking out, catching wreck, fly tags - peace to Griffen Sneakers was Scottie Pippen, denim was probably Guess I’ve been Laurenovich since then, rockin my Snow Beach vest Dolo fresh ox on, Polo Bear socks on Freak dancing in the backstreet with our Glocks on Hard rocks, hammers and heaters, they kept the blocks warm Daily objective, being gone before the cops swarm Holdin' TECs never sex, we was not porn Streets made us then they raised us, we are not born Gang shit was on the rise, but most my clique was neutral Don't get it fucked up nigga, why? Most my clique will shoot you Blam blam, without beads or a bandana Bullets will make your face blurry like a bad camera Peace to Queens nigga, home of that fly shit Cop killa central, you die quick, what up tho? (Hook) Latin Quarter to L’amour East, we all beasts From across seas to cross Queens, we all creeps CBGB's to L’amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP, kids get stabbed over graffiti beef (Q-unique) I took the 6 train to the Bronx for infinity lessons With the rise of the crack rock had the vicinity stressin' My zulu medallion over whatever we was wearin' In the late 80’s we wasn’t born wild, we was made crazy That movie Beat Street was so misleading ‘Cause some of the breakers I knew were stick up kids that leave you cold and bleeding It wasn’t a happier time, New York was a fucking mess Little yellow envelope stuffed with skunk and cess Then I’m in the back of the B train with a four finger ring and a gold rope Didn’t look like a rapper, I looked like somebody that sold dope And maybe I did cause back home was no hope But maybe because Rakim said he was no joke And I wanted to be just like the god Excelling my skill level, plus life was hard Dog it was more realer back then, you would either deal or rap The industry snatched from Brooklyn, I steal it back [Hook] x 2 (Ill Bill) Double L train Canarsie, fit tags, drippy markers Albee Square, colloseum, 50 deep in king’s plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers, rap singers Blasted Desert Eagles, turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes __ splatter goons Sauteed magic shrooms, more strange antics soon Blasting Paid in full, Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner, Joey Haskall was with me too That was before the gunplay and dapper dan jackets Bootleg Timbaland leathers and automatic ratchets Before Artie ___ blew his face off Playin russian roulette after he vacuumed up a 8-ball From childhood to manhood in King’s County From my hood to yours we represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie (Hook)