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I was the oldest brother of four

Doing whatever I had to do to survive

I’m not sayin' what I did was alright

Tryin' to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight

Been down so long, gettin' up didn’t cross my mind

I knew there was a better way of life and I was just tryin' to find

You don’t know what you’ll do until you’re put under pressure

Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester

It’s many in the slums

Killers, hookers, and bums

Sleepin' in the parks

Homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts

She used to be thick, but now she sucked up

On that glass dick, lost her butt

Home invasions and robbers

Master Lock kick-doe stoppers

Dice game crackin', burpin'

Rivals slide through, get to squirtin'

Bust back, get off

Protect yourself at all cost

Here come the po-po, the cherries, they swarm

Be quiet, it’s body cameras on they uniforms

And I ain’t tryin' to go back, I’m reformed

Got Jesus Christ tatted on my arm

If you ain’t got haters, you ain’t doin' enough

My people be jealous, they hella envious

Mayhem and drama

It’s sick out here, teenagers’ll jump yo' mama

Sucka shit to the fullest, by far

They’ll record you and holler out: «WORLDSTAR!»

And I don’t like that shit one bit

Karma’ll come back and bite you like a tick

We used dope fiend matches if we ain’t got a lighter

Burned down woods like a forest fire

Up the street, down the street, they war

Over what? Over a girl

Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys

Grew up with each other, used to be boys

And ain’t no OGs around to diffuse the noise

We need a reputable youngster out here with a voice

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that’s weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Might not survive if you’re weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

I’m gettin' game from my OGs

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Pushin' keys and sellin' that weed

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Tire marks on the pavement

Row houses, covered windows, no landscaping

Speed bumps

Mufflers might get some lumps

Apple cider vinegar and a Bayer aspirin

Old people out-livin' us, they lastin

Youngsters gettin' killed, they blastin'

We 'bout to be extinct, they laughin'

For hella long her and her daddy didn’t speak

Cause when you get your tongue pierced, they gon' think that you a freak

Back in the day, somethin' like that’ll get yo' ass beat

Don’t believe in abortions, so the babies they keep

My potna face feel hecka

But he think too much, got Bell’s palsy

You can take us out the hood, but not the urban in us

All kind of financial turbulence

Checkin' his traps, countin' his stacks

Brown paper bag, tax-free scratch

Slidn' through the slums with the blap on slap

Magazine Street bumpin' Bobby Womack

Look at them people, they think I sell blow

Who is them people? The po-pos, y’all

The long arm of the law, the racket busters

They see the gold chain and the diamond clusters

Ridin' with my heat, I got it on my seat

Don’t wanna go under the jail, don’t wanna go up under them sheets

I don’t need no iron, I’m already creased

I’ll squeeze my iron on the enemies

He love her and she love him

Arguin' in the street at 4 a. m

Funkin' always fun 'til somebody die

When we gon' get tired of seeing mamas cry

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that’s weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Might not survive if you’re weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

I’m gettin' game from my OGs

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Never know just who you might meet

Magazine Street

Magazine

I was the oldest brother of four

Doing whatever I had to do to survive

I’m not sayin' what I did was alright

Tryin' to break outta the ghetto was a day-to-day fight

Been down so long, gettin' up didn’t cross my mind

I knew there was a better way of life and I was just tryin' to find

You don’t know what you’ll do until you’re put under pressure

Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that’s weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Might not survive if you’re weak

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

I’m gettin' game from my OGs

Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street

Never know just who you might meet

Magazine Street

Magazine

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