B-Real - Psycho City Blocks lyrics

[Pre-hook: Sick Jacken] We came to drop these styles; It's no shock We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks We're raised by gunshots, low life in hip hop [Verse 1: Big Duke] Despite the rules, I choose to be one of the chosen few Leavin' you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed How the f** we could be so blazed? It takes one block to fill your life with terror Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area Bullet, bullets and at the end, who gets shot By mothaf**as making hip hop? [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide On the hustle leading crooked lives We don't die, we multiply; but we divide So how are we gonna survive? You got your role, I got mine; don't cross paths Cause an intersection's just another form of clash, we crash [Verse 3: Big Duke] Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events I'm bringing the streets to the stage, rockin' them both and your front page L.A. street families are crumblin', weak legacy There must be some kind of way out of this pain Said the joker, chain smokin' weaked train Take aim, stop random cappin', shoot a hootah captain [Hook: Sick Jacken & Big Duke] We came to drop these styles, it's no shock We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with Glocks? The Psycho Realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities and blocks We're raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with Glocks? The Psycho Realm's spraying out your box [Verse 4: Sick Jacken] Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept When somebody changes the music and the tune is d**h We don't dance around bonfires We get stoned, tripped or wired In memory of those expired My people's exodus results in prejudice You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists Now let me tell you this: we don't choose to tote gats And sellin' on the corner is to avoid tax If you gun talk or hip-hop, there's too much division So find a new mission or it'll stop We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes Some do it for money, and others for the fame You're out playin' games, dangerous with my aim How long will you maintain before you get slain? [Verse 5: Big Duke] Clear in the mind but my soul is mad Tendency to act real bad Come across me, don't C-O-M-E out at N-I-G-H-T Yeah, we the f**in' crazy, youth from the streets freely You see me, Pelon Psyclone deliverin' a metal rainstorm [Hook]