Pretty Picture

[Intro] We some mutts, thinkin' that we done? Dumb. We some mutts, we some mutts, we some mutts See children, what does it all mean? It means that dirty money never brings any luck Naw, it only brings misery and despair and disgrace Nawmsayin'? [Verse 1] I know Tribeca kids seen more bodies than a thug 9/11 yo this shit was bugged Two bugs splat-assed under Brooklyn To a lot of cats lookin' back, that's all it was Thinkin' that we won, thinkin' that we done Dumb. Tell that shit to my pops' cuz, what It's like a city slicker, gritty ripper Of silly stickers with city fixtures, what Philly splitta Had to wait, ass gravitate to a pretty figure Gave me wood, rub and tug, end up with fifty splinters All these little bitties up in my little bitty fingers We some mutts, mixed spicks skinny niggas Say word if these words paint a pretty picture To every mother with a stroller, eyein' me when I roll up Know your kid's gonna be just like me when he grows up Just watch as he gets older Saggy pants, lang-langin' then kosher Comin' home late to dinner, he ain't sober Don't blame it on the way that Wiki do's it New York will leave you gritty and foolish, it's our city influence It's the same stupid kids on your stoop gettin' zooted What you gonna do bitch? You don't wanna move into the metropolits Where it's getting polished, but it's still ruthless [Hook x2] City slicker, what Gritty ripper, Philly splitta What, what, Guinea nigga Trouble in my eyes, what, city fixture Say word if these words paint a pretty picture [Verse 2] He's just a average-assed cat with a gun they let you shoot Protectin' who? Strictly for the revenue Always hear "get over here" brings me total fear When it goes in my ear, even when I'm sober and clear It's like they see the trouble in my eyes I'm drunk, so every cop I see double in my eyes Against the car, thinkin' of a rebuttal but I'm high So I can't think of an enough subtle of a lie Who am I hurtin'? Why are you searchin'? Why are you ruinin' my day? Aren't you learning? You don't make no difference, just take those tickets Make yo livin' takin' his livin' I hate it, ain't with it My boy sold, he got taken right in it Like, I used to sell weed, but it all went to my head Not for real though, I smoked it all, I ended up in debt Told my connect, ride by ? But I write on point, my rhetoric's the best With the soul of a five-point, resident and stressed Every time I spit a five-point, ten of it gets bread But that don't matter now, I'm pendin' for arrest Murdered some tourists who wouldn't lend me cigarettes Bettin' that I get life in prison Might be spittin', bullshit if you like it listen, hype the vision I brew up that hypertension, DTs got sniper vision, I ain't kiddin' (Block been out since 9/11) [Hook x2]