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Psych-Love
Keeping it crispy and clean
In 83 I started causing havoc on the scene
You can’t imagine all the things I’ve seen
Never been accused of being mainstream
When you were in bed, having wet dreams
of doing pieces on the line with Dez and Skeme
I was up in the yards getting some head
From bitches like Lady Bug instead
Chilling at the Roxy when they were shooting Beat Street
Nigga like you was still skeeting in your bed sheets
I had ink stains on my fresh sneaks
You just was a little fool with shitstains in your Underoos
That’s the difference between me and you
I’m that nigga and that dude
Dontay Tc5 knows how I do
Right before we went bombing I said chill
I’m gonna put this bitch to suck my dick real quick
Ten minutes later, she came out the alley wiping her lips
Then I tagged up my whole block like I don’t give a fuck
Then another sucker got stuck up
While Shock 123 was doing time
I was getting mines, vamping 4 or 5 suckers at a time
This was about the time of the crack epidemic
And New York City was sick
Every other motherfucker on the street was ticked
Pre-Guilaini
During the days of John Gotti
You better had a shottie
Cause beef was considered fun to some
And every fake one caught a real bad one
I remember when the Ball Busters broke Crazy Legs jaw
Homeboy’s shit was scattered all over the floor
I know you want more, you want an encore
But I don’t write these stories for the glory
Cause on the real
I’ve got nothing to prove
Been there, done that
Scrapped, packed a gat
Whatever it takes
I do that!
I’m Psycho-Love
Now I have a question for you
Who the fuck are you?
Posted on November 01, 2007 at 09:20 PM | Comment (8 comments)
