K-Rino - Children Of The Concrete lyrics

[K-Rino] Down went K-O, no time to lag Last month he rode a bus now he rolling a jag He picked me up around 6.15 He had just paid a fiend a green to get his sh** cleaned Got in the back with a smile on my face Couldn't help but notice twenty five grand in a briefcase Went to another dope spot, then we ran Weapon in hand, made another grand, paid his clan See I'll be jocking my boy cos he's striving A freak in the car giving him head while we driving Run a straight came never ever skimming Seventeen years old straight pimping grown women We hit the crib about 6.45 Watching the news, hearing about some punks that died Found out they was the brothers from our street They got beat now they 'Children of the Concrete' [Chorus: K-Rino] k** or be k**ed, k** or be k**ed k** or be k**ed, k** or be k**ed k** or be k**ed, k** or be k**ed k** or be k**ed, k** or be k**ed [K-Rino] Got there at 7 o'clock on the dot After hearing the word three of my homeboys had got shot Stepped in the place a cop on the case found Ten dead brothers on the floor laying face down In South Park don't nothing get squashed Let's see how many brothers been popped at the car wash Next thing you know I hear a round off gun shots, arr sh** These motherf**ers hit the curb for another hit Jumped on the side of a house quick as a house Realised I had my sh** in a pouch, so I snatched it out All of a sudden the shooting just ceased Two girls fled, then boy got stuck plus two police I felt kind of bad that they got the props I ain't gonna front, I was glad they shot the cops I stepped out feeling nervous and scared Almost pissed on myself when I saw that K.O. was dead I started crying cos I knew that was it My first mind said, "Let it slide", second mind said, "Bullsh**" So when I catch 'em, school out and no retreat Obsolete, 'Children of the Concrete' [Chorus] [K-Rino] Six months later K-Rino is ruling the scene So f**ing clean I don't touch nothing but green I live in a condo out there on the rich side Ain't been to the hood since K.O. died I stepped in a club, well rested, uncontested Gaming on hoes I used to mess with Within minutes I had to put a s**er under Punk got mad cos his momma had my beeper number 2 o'clock I get an a** invitation Saw the dudes who popped my boy by the gas station I pull the trigger with no pity Now they selling six-packs of cold punka** at Fool City At ten minutes after two there was three left By 2.15, weren't nobody but me left So now I'm riding the dick of a court appointed lawyer For tryna be a f**ing warrior They boxed me up for a year then I made parole Cops confiscated my sh** now I'm snatching your gold Then I sell it so I can score me some quick crack Get fat and re-accumulate my shot back Within a month I was back in the park But had brothers slanging for me in 5th Ward and Honclark But smoking moes had me froze cos I'm robbing my foes Steeling clothes from them hoes while the money grows Jumped a freak till she left with a swoll neck f**ed her once and made her give me her whole check Went to a spot two tricks had a dime, they were splitting it They talked my stupid a** into hitting it In three months my car was sold Dead as a pole didn't give a damn about gold I used to be out in South Park dropping hoes Now I'm out there holding up stop and go's [Chorus]