Seven - 501s and Rightsides lyrics

[Intro: Kutt Calhoun] It's still real out here, n***as n***as is still active through these streets, man I had to call upon my n***a from Sac-town 816 and 916 Yo Spidey! [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] (x2) No matter what set you bangin', n***a, better get it right Better not be light cause n***as is out there for your life Don't believe it, that's your problem, time to solve it You can be the shooter, I be the one to get your jaw split [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] I'm from where most people hardly reach adulthood Poverty stricken vultures, look odd and they go approach you Obviously a notion to rob you of what you holdin Probably be them soldiers, can't spot em cause they cloakin, scopin In them 501s, hawkin Them red bandanas, fallin Out the right side of them pockets These n***as is bangin so watch it You know them 5's is poppin And they say them 6's is droppin In Kansas City, no problem To lift a n***a up with his choppin When bullets flyin, they gone If you ain't bout it, stay home First 48 with no snitchin n***as get split when they run Miss in your face now it's caution tape all in front of they home Thanks to the street the next time they see you's at Laurs and St. Jones With the rest of your relatives situations'll never get Cool with time Especially if you rep to the d**h of it See the boys in that denim, them 51s be the reckonin In the reality maybe a little crazy but definitely [Hook] [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] We get the bullsh** - 501 in this hood sh** Hoodies for Trayvon Martin the subertine and the dueces You youngin n***as is stupid, so clueless to what you doin Get out of it while you can, find a life to live and pursue it It's nothin to glorify when your homie is chopped in two and You gotta make up a lie so his family won't be in ruins n***as they been through it before you, know the end of the story Ain't no fame in this business pour out some liquor to mourn you Homicide on the daily, see your best friends in the paper Obituaries and memories got a ride for the later Ain't nobody alive so the babies Grow up avengeful and now you got genocide in the makin It's a cycle, we all a**ault our rifles with us Wanna be MJ, and that's just how we all endin up Dead too soon, before our time, we had to go Ain't no escapin the inevitable so, that's all we know [Hook]