Cormega - '62 Pick Up lyrics

[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-11's Havin' dreams of being big bosses Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich, they corpses Son, it's 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 n***as, steppin' with automatic weapons Stick up kids, with .357's Yo, it's violence, I know old timers move silent But nowadays, n***as be wildin' Drug dealers stylin', with 5-series Beamers It deep the way, sunny day, don't 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 he's out on bail For semi automatic, and a undercover sale Trained mercenary, with a heart that's cold Pushin' an Acura, at 17 years old In the pa**enger seat, and he's smokin' a blunt With some shine on, any live n***a would want Somebody wasn't up on and you know what they want Tellin' shorty, run the j**els and don't 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