Cortez Shoes

[Fingazz] "You got to..." [Lil' Rob] It's Lil' Rob We go through them hard times, man Just gotta keep our heads up And keep on walkin' You know Chorus: Lil' Rob These Cortez shoes Know the hard times That we've been through All the crazy things that We used to do Just to get by Walk in my shoes And you will see why These Cortez shoes Try to walk in These Cortez shoes Bet you couldn't walk A mile in these shoes But we get by And we've got to keep on walkin' (Verse 1) Let me take you back a way, homie, back in my day Before I figured out that crime doesn't pay I was on the Streets, every night, every day Out with the homies, hangin' out Havin' a good time, ay But sometimes A good time meant to jump in the ride And cold blast on the vatos from the other side My uncles did it My brother did it Now so do I No need to wonder why, I, was a victim of a driveby That turned into a shootout Cause, they ain't gettin' away Hell no, not without a bullet, wound ay That was my state of mind, all the time, don't cross the line And believe me when I say That the line was fine You might catch me in a bad mood, with a bad attitude A little homeboy that hates to lose Or you might be, talkin' shit about me right now But you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes You feel me, holmes (Come on) Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) My compa called me up, said, "Turn on the T.V." That's when I got the news about my homeboy Pee Wee Rest in peace to the deceased, beneath the barrio streets When I saw him on the news, he had Cortez on his feet When we went through it Some of made it Some of us blew it, who would've knew it I remember Crazy times in the Buick Crazy shit, we were likely to do it I wasn't really serious about music It's just too easy to lose it And a lot of us do it Itchy finger hair trigger, it's just too easy to pull it We live a life by the bullet, we either die or get locked up Make a mess Too big to be mopped up Behind the smile there's a frown, sad enough to bring you down A little homeboy that sings the blues Because he had no clue, what to do with his life Walkin' around in his Cortez shoes That's what I used to do Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) I got shot, down the block, at the stop, ran from cops I never thought that it would stop I never hit the county, not even juvenile hall But that's only cause I didn't get caught And I can only imagine What would have happened if I Continued scrappin' and cappin', blastin' and laughin' I'd probably be dead or in jail Than I wouldn't be, standing here rappin' about these Cortez shoes Repeat Chorus Twice [Fingazz] "Fin... fin..." "Fi-fi-Fingazz on the track..."