K-Rino

K-Rino - Raised In The Dead End lyrics

[talking:]

Yeah, your boy K-Rino man

I got love, for ery'body

But I'ma tell y'all, a little some'ing

Bout where I come from, listen

[Hook:]

I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood

K-Rino, South Park Coalition

I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood

It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good

I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood

K-Rino, South Park Coalition

I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood

Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood

[K-Rino:]

I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see

Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23

When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even

And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing

We ain't tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind

And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time

You can find what you need, pills weed or powder

And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her

If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it

In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon get it

Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead

We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read

Don't slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got

Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop

We'll click up, but we don't mind standing alone

And don't come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home

[Hook]

[K-Rino:]

You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask

Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash

Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash

You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass

Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G's

Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees

Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air

You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair

If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it

The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it

Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid

If we don't know you and you come around, you might get slid

Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen

And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching

95 percent, of my hood ain't no punk

Can buy some clothes or c.d.'s, and some weed out the same trunk

[Hook]

[K-Rino:]

Every man for his self, don't expect no favors

The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors

It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked

One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track

You ain't got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail

And you ain't sending in no paper, to your homies in jail

They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from

If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised twelve-o-one

We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride

We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side

We ain't hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own

And ain't gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone

Run the streets all night, bust without no warning

Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning

Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers

If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us

[Hook]

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