[Lyrics originally transcripted by Jimmy Dyna & etze]
[Verse 1: Angelo Campanioni]
Let’s take a trip to the far side
In black shoes, troops to group on the stomp
In the uncivilized island of New York
Where the criminals run the project developing to drug spots
I be sleeping through the screams and rapid fire shots
My block consists of multiple juvenile offenders and their crews
I’m telling you
Even precincts get dibbs on these kids making pigs peep this
Operation Safe Home ain’t shit
Giuliani got these perpetrating housing cops on their dicks
Now ain’t this a bitch?
My main man ?? got a warrant and his end’s making grands up outside the tenement
Damn Sam, I couldn’t understand what the black women and the black men scam
The diagnostic, agonistic mystic stays spliffing
When I kick the urban gift of gab
Baby mothers and their baby dads
Spending long-assed days and night-time on the a-venue
Of Frederick Douglas through to Malcolm X
Pass 155th to the 25th
Meanwhile the ghetto buck wild don’t give a fuck
Step to uptown and get stuck, nigga what?
[Chorus]
Living in the city that’s full of debris
Trynna maintain
Struggling through rough terrain (ruffturrain)
But i move on
As the world transforms stay strong
It’s the norm [gnome?] it’s the riders on the storm..
[Verse 2: Barron Ricks]
Harlem’s militant citizens sense this evil
And even civilians have appeared with weapons
Automatic guns and shortspears
Itchbays carry switchblades for jaws of jealous broads
??? rings and chains
But things ain't changed a bit
Pataki throwing parties won’t restore the economic deficit
What about my nigga Rich?
Up here there’s prisoners who lost careers cause crooked police officers didn't get a share
Oh yeah, you're on court camera severely beaten
In the sitbox standing and acting ill-mannered
Seem broken down ??? from premature case delay
???
Pipes and ashtrays, roam in lab base
Fiending for crumbs properly
Finding resonant crack vials
Now let your satellite dish drift
The born live to perish
Whether it’s to get promoted or demerit everybody exits
I still proceed to support my family
Peace to all my homies locked
Three hot, two napping rotten cocks
[Chorus]
Living in the city that’s full of debris
Trynna maintain
Struggling through rough terrain (ruffturrain)
But i move on
As the world transforms stay strong
It’s the norm [?] it’s the riders of the storm...
[Verse 3: Angelo Campanioni]
Don’t give a brother any reason to cock back
Them enemy react hard way
Touting hard stares from the figures
Acting like there beef within
So they begin and seem to be bursting your crew
And if they’re going to hell they’re gonna take your black ass too
Bitches be scheming on these niggas like demons
That’s why I exorcise with heavy guns, no light
In-inflicting terror in your area
Urinating while your mom's by the elevator, waiting
You see that the ghetto perpetrators are your next-door neighbours
Please be on your best behaviour
When you’re coming through my projects after night
For the cargo’s thicker this year? [for the car go ….. shit?]
So beware
Of the diabolical wolf [rough?] crew, what?
