Cormega

[Cormega]
Yo, I live the life of 62 pick-ups
Pumpin on corners, beat downs to stick-ups
Seein events, of which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion, and all types of violence
Kids, livin the life of ghetto heavens
Sellin cracks, ready to attack with knives and mac-11s
Havin dreams of being big bosses
Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich, they corpses
Son, its a shame, but in this game
The strong survive, either get live or get slain
Cuz in the ghetto, respect is mandatory
Drug wars ignitin, mad fightin for territory
My niggaz, steppin with automatic weapons
Stick up kids, with .357s
Yo, its violence, I know old timers move silent
But nowadays, niggaz be wildin
Drug dealers stylin, with 5-series Beamers
It deep the way, sunny day, dont seem to reach us
Forty-five under the seat of a Lexus
Thugs rollin with bulletproof hats and vestes
Earnin ya props off big dime rocks
Your man shorty rock is on the block with a glock
He just got knocked, now hes out on bail
For semi automatic, and a undercover sale
Trained mercenary, with a heart thats cold
Pushin an Acura, at 17 years old
In the passenger seat, and hes smokin a blunt
With some shine on, any live nigga would want
Somebody wasnt up on and you know what they want
Tellin shorty, run the jewels and dont try to front
Shorty reaches for the nine, but before he could shoot
Blood scattered in the 92 Acura coupe
Another victim of modern day stick-ups
This is the life of 62 pick-ups
[ 62 Pick Up Lyrics ]