Street Platoons (Explicit) - The Psycho Realm

Time is short and my life is sick

That's how it is man look at this sh*t

You get abused by street platoons

Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do

We break circles of enemies

Blocks get shot with defeat

They say no drive by's on the street

So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps

Sick platoons flood the streets of Los

Like a sick typhoon

Mutha f**kas drive by world wide

And everybody you and I know dies

The only guarantee in life

Is death your last breath

Come when your famo least expect it

Soldier run wild in your song

Red dawn strikes your back in dead name

Your mind's flipping but the scene's dead calm

And your whole world's thrown

And wrapped in psyclone

Alright ride through the city like that

Pants T shirts are creased and stole gats

LA undercover shoot to kill

Child of the streets run wild in war fields

Scheming on pigs that start sh*t

Guilty treat us all dirty filthy

The streets are flooded with

Budded corrupted minds running

Those who can't cut it

Leave the hoodlum studded

Ghetto wondering what is

The excuse or reason for high treason

In blasting season leaving

One of your color bleeding

Repeating never stopping body dropping

Hood rocking window glocking

Zone shocking

Defending pavement attacking

Facing arraignment

Jail's enslavement shackled

For justice to the plaintiff

When the charges stick that's

It you get hit with some bid

For what you did prevent

And rid some kid of his chance to live

Cause of the block he lives in

Not giving a f**k just

Trying to win your block ribbon

Glock driven joining street

Platoons like it's some fashion

Going out of style so you catch it

For some action

It's no joke homeboys get smoked

Poked cause they provoke

Locked on d**e no hope for growth

That's why we're broke

Short pocket street criminals fail

To lock it but crime sky rockets

So where the f**k is the profit

Maybe in hands of those

Who supply *** and weapons

Let's take that sh*t back

By forming neighborhood connections

Time is short and my life is sick

That's how it is man look at this sh*t

You get abused by street platoons

Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do

We break circles of enemies

Blocks get shot with defeat

They say no drive by's on the street

So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps

Time is short and my life is sick

That's how it is man look at this sh*t

You get abused by street platoons

Hit you like wind and what cha gonna do

We break circles of enemies

Blocks get shot with defeat

They say no drive by's on the street

So mutha f**kas run rival sweeps