Da Rukus

[Verse 1: RAMBO] I spent time on the grind with teens Hid work inside the jeans Did dirt with a eye for green Pittsburgh was designed for cream Money talks but it lies to me I fell apart going blind with greed But I still found time for weed Blunt lit with a pound of leaves In a town of thieves East Lib where the ground diseased Each flip bring a crowd of fiends Each brick either brown or green Each block got to crown the Kings Every man got a pound to bring One hand wrapped around a beam You better stop, if you see red dots You could see God walk, if they squeeze them shots Sixteen pop when the street drop [Hook : Sample] [Verse 2: RAMBO] In so many words I'm a part of the curb My street smarts made it harder to learn About trust So I don't give a fuck about those that act tough No heart you lack nuts I bark you back up Chin up with my chest out If this ain't your block, use the guest house Or keep moving Yall the reason mafuckas keep shooting Think stupid, use your head and don't lose it Keep your high, keep your third eye open When I come through the stores close Mafuckas know about more hoes I freestyle til the end of the dip Its like this with your chick on my end of the dick