In the Alley

[Skit] [Intro] Oh yeah, you know what I'm saying We peel mothafuckers caps around here You can't come around here talkin' that shit You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead You know what I'm saying, I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag And I'mma tell you something right now - Don't come to the alley with that bullshit (Hey Ren, who's talkin' shit? Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at Lo?) [Verse 1] Right up my alley I see fiends and things But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes While he's zippin' off booze Cause every week he see a nigga's killed in the news In the alley all the hard hits kicking Don't permit the suckers cause they ride the motherfuckas Niggas gettin' high and high 'till they drop So fucked up - they start shooting at the cops So ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it Cause I got bills and mothafuckaz won't pay it In the alley - bitches sell pussy real cheap Waiting around the trick when the fucka fall asleep Bitches 15-16 got the claps And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps Fucked up ho's with toe jams in the toes Dirty ass clothes, with boogers in their nose Roaming, roaming looking for dick to suck Walk around in the days like they don't give a fuck In the alley [Interlude] Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead bitches Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga, where you from? [Verse 2] Right up my alley niggas trip cars that they stole And niggas outside look for wayz to get swole Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 O Z Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C I'm with my nigga Lil' Nation, or my homey named Snoop My nigga DJ Train be hitting corner in de coop Pullin' up I give him dap - ask him if he put in work Lookin' like a straight G - with some khakis and a T-shirt We sit at the table wrappin' bones While the little BG's fight with the sticks and the stones Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why So all the little buckets gettin' the G into a driveby Take down some rivals 'cross-town Then back to the alley where they can't be found Police come around and try to find them But the whole fuckin' set is standing right there behind them Open up fire on the pigs now they cook They didn't know what hit 'em cause the niggas had to get them In the alley [Interlude #1] Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley [Interlude #2] You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga? [Verse 3] Standin' in the alley with my brother Juvenile for a while This nigga try to rush it but the fool was living foul Trying to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz My brother cock the fuck out to his ass in the dayz People crowded aroound like a fly on shit Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit This little punk he was new to the alley He grew up with some white mothafuckaz in the Valley Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go My brother picked him up and started beating him some more Then every nigga had to get a turn To make sure that this mothafucka learn Niggas kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks Check it, and my homey lit his pitbull bite off his dick And to top it off before my brother left the scene He emptied up his click with the whole 15 In the alley