Andre Nickatina - The Ave. lyrics

I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street sh**, ball fights would go on in the park And like vampires n***as come out in the dark Freaks sell dope for material sh** On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick O.G. n***a's turn into alcoholics What you think about it fool "n***a I can't call it" Little kids run around wit' a nose full of boogers Well my n***a's on the block sell that rocked up sugar Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pa** Quick to put slugs up in a n***a's a** We say f** school, we say f** grades We rather get paid and snort c**aine on the Ave I see some n***as I used to go to school with (Back at Gal) They look at me like my face is full of bear sh** They don't even say whats up to a young loc Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya I remember back when ate in the cafeteria Huh, but those days are rested I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin' To the store for some zig-zags Every store on my corner is owned by an Arab But like a bucket I say f** it I'm drivin' Grab my dick, spit my sh** and keep rhymin' Cuz some n***a's don't like me, but I don't care They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya I rather take you on tour wit' me n***a then lose ya Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven Hit the dice game and then... jet Them police wanna find me Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke ganji And I don't care about jail ho I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow Beat up on the f*gs, I did a calendar Now I'm even sicker on the Ave Some n***as say they s**a free Now why the f** you motherf**ers keep f**ing with me I love p**y like a motherf**er But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker I'm not a motherf**in animal You want your p**y ate baby Find a n***a that's a cannibal (lick lick lick) And he'll eat your a** up And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.) And if I didn't have the streets Then the Dog n***a wouldn't eat So baby throw that gum You got your mommy and your daddy And a n***a for an income And my n***as on the block, got one income That's from breakin boulders down to rocks But we were all born to be dead Why you wanna wear a vest when n***a's get shot in the head But a helmet won't work though Ya get a nine in your a** and watch your dick blow up Cuz real n***as just multiply But now days real n***a's just die Put a bullet in a n***a's a** laugh then jet Real n***a's smoke buddha ho Triple cross a muthaf**a then giggle at his funeral I snort caine with the hard heads Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds Now I'm about to get high Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's Dre Dog creeps solo Me be wit' hella muthaf**as ah hell no Cuz I don't worry bout' sh** I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be f**ed wit' So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs Well them young locs just jock And white folks can't pa** Give up your cash and your bags Or getcha a** stabbed on the Ave