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Psycho Realm

Genres: Hip-Hop

Street Platoons Lyrics - Psycho Realm

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Time is short and my life is sick 

That's how it is man look at this shit 

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-fuckas run rival sweeps 

 

Sick platoons flood the streets of los 

Like a sick typhoon 

Mutha-fuckas 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 'nam 

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 shit 

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 fuck 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 dope 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 fuck is the profit? 

Maybe in hands of those who supply drugs and weapons 

Let's take that shit back by forming neighborhood connections 

 

Chorus (x1)