little boys and girls I'll take you back to school
when b-boys ran the streets when all you needed was a square of cardboard to be cool
with DJs who had to have skill, and Mcs rapped for the thrill.
yeah yeah you can push play alright and your friend may be Hella quick on the mic, but there ain't no flavor left in the street, it's no longer us VS them lifting each other up through a beat
they got us shooting at each other over some colors selling out our brothers and stealing from our mothers
ain't no block party when everybody running for cover, everybody hates a successful man on the come up ego trips with pistol grips shooting at your brother.
ride or die used to mean something to homes and shit now you...