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E-40 : Concrete lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Concrete"


[VERSE 1:]
I was threw in the game with a shield and a sword

Started havin money, buyin things I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness I was the mannishest
I bought a nickel-plated .45th

Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes
Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs
Donkey rolls, jewerly like a pharaoh

Troop jackets, d-boy apparel
Hop, weed, speed, [email protected]%!e, whatever you need
Knew how to add and subtract but barely can read

No, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn't
Either gon' be dead or successful or emprisoned
Triple beam scale, I was flippin the goup

Hella clientele, I was gettin my loot
Concrete, I ain't made of feathers
Tear %#@! up just like some angry protesters


[CHORUS]
I come from the streets

Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete

Concrete
I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak

Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
Concrete


[VERSE 2:]
He started off fast, ran out of gas, but he was winnin at first

What you call a person like that? A quarter horse
Entered the game and can't run a lap, a t-tortoise
That's domino talk, mayne, you mack - O-of course

You still in the game? Nah, we divorced
You make any change? No remorse
He full of %#@! just like a porter potty

His hustle game sloppy, triggered off on them boppies
I'm from what's right, maybe that's what's wrong
That's what I was just tellin my little homie on the phone

Be a leader not a follower
If you will be a follower, follow the right leader
Stop thinkin with your peter

My peter? Yeah, your dick
Why? A chick'll get you hit
Keep your eye on the sparrow

Get cornered and ambushed, they'll limit your space, your space is narrow

[CHORUS]


[VERSE 3:]
He put his foot where his mouth is - good riddance

Gunned him down in the drive-through of Kentucky Fried Chicken
They wasn't gangbangin, but they was set-trippin
Ate him up real good, but he still livin

The victim's parent's lawyer on the case for real
Tryina put the ^!$$% that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor's bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella feared

So ain't nobody talkin, listen here
And not only that, but the victim don't want nobody sayin nothin anyway
Because when he get out and get his %#@! together

He gon' put them ^!$$%s under the weather
When it comes to feudin and funkin gotta be clever
Beef and commotion and drastic measures

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet
I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete
Biatch


[CHORUS]

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