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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real LIve
Real LIve
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Walsh
Dan Walsh
Songwriter
Kevin Hansford
Kevin Hansford
Songwriter
Larry Wright
Larry Wright
Songwriter
Michael Price
Michael Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K-Def
K-Def
Producer
Brian Latture
Brian Latture
Executive Producer
Marley Marl
Marley Marl
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
K-Def for Pirate Recordings
K-Def for Pirate Recordings
Producer

Lyrics

(Ain't love in the heart of the city) - Bobby Bland
Gun claps erupt from the back alley way
The heat in the streets stress a **** every day
Cops raid blocks like scenes from Red Dawn
The American Dream in the ghetto is all gone
I knew this kid cold out of luck
No loot or nothing, you know that other fuck-up
Well, if I ain't got, I'ma take
I got a burner in your face, son, ain't no escape
From the mental prison that I'm in
I wanna break out but I'm committin mad sins
We got the city under siege, how
Gang-land style, juveniles running wild
**** come, **** go, **** die
My man could've been a ball-player but he gettin' high
It's dangerous out here, son
Cos yo, the average motherfucker's living under the gun
My peoples in the streets is dying, son
Coke is a commodity and so is the gun
It's time to cultivate a plan that's guaranteed to hit
Flips some cook-up, stack a 100 thou and quit
My 9 to 5 ain't saying shit
****' joints are too mean and hoes are too thick
So now I gotta locate my click
And rise to the top till the cream turn thick
I'm working with rocks, livestocked
Rebels breaking pebbles and mobilizing all blocks
Undercover Rockefellas get paid
Dope lines be long, yo, the loot be minute-made
It's ill when you think about the plot
When playing in a game that's designed to get us knocked
What's my attitude when I see a jake drop
Buck, buck, buck and you don't stop
No turning back now, progression can't stop
It's like everytime I look up my neck be on the chopping block
A kid got murdered for a ring
Beef throughout the street be like a everyday thing
A warzone with gunfire sounds
We gunnin each other down like motherfucking killer clowns
Living conditions is out of order
A shorty slaughtered her daughter cos she couldn't support her
Yo, **** be making big bets
Clowns with short paper get killed for big debts
And little shorties on cellular phones
Knots with rubber-bands, rims dipped in chrome
How long does the good shit last?
**** that die young be **** that live fast
I dropped a gem and hit you off with the deal
I only live one way and that's motherfucking real
Written by: Dan Walsh, Michael Price
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