Long Live 83rd

Lyrics: Albert Lionel Driver Music: Al-D "Can we have one night where there ain't no fight ’n' nobody get shot?" "Shut up btch." "Btch, I will fck you up." "Who you call a btch?" "Yeah mtherfcka! Let's get that btch ass. I will fck you right there." "Btch." "Fck you." "Harris always tryna start some sht. Ngga can’t fight so he always tryna find some excuse to shoot somebody." "That's why fools be gettin' shot all the time. Tryna show how hard they is, ignorant." "Ah, fool, shut up. You be doin' that sht too." "Hehe, I know." "Heh, haha." "Yeah." I'm down for my hood, so don't ask why I bang A true black brother, insane in my brain They say G's in H - town is just imitation But this is one brother through true initiation I buried my school books for nine 'n’ a rag Now I live by my flag and let the [?] sag And yo, I’m livin', just like a feelin’ Buried in hell [?] fill that ass full o' hot shells I [?] none, creepin' wit a shotgun Rolled down the window Pop, pop, I got one Then two, three, and four I loaded up the shells, and broke out the back door I found a sucka layin' on the concrete I shoved the shotgun barrel straight through his teeth Then pulled the trigger And watch his head scatter He’s gettin' done on the 83rd street platter And that's the mission for my nggas layin' dead on the curb Long live 83rd If I die, with the curb Bury me deep in 83rd Put hell 'n' heaven inside my grave And make sure my killer and his boys get sprayed I came up hard in the streets of Harrisburg No remorse or tears, just a sad 83rd It's the home of the killers, dope dealers, and jackals Child abusers, losers, gang bangers and [?] But I don't give a dmn 'Cause I'm down for my set You wanna roll on my boys, you get's a shell in your neck The 83rd black G's stick together Not a [?] packin' 45 uzis and grenades and dogs Yeah, I'm down for my hood 83rd, that's my family H - B - U, true soldiers in my hood, G And much love to my dead homies all layin' 6 feet below wit my cousin Galen Harrisburg territory where there is no invitation So [?] when you see the bourbon comin' around sprayin' It's all in the hood, where I come from Peace to mister love And [?] from day one And to nggas in the jungle Much love for the way Whether G's play stackin' paper every day If I die, with the curb Bury me deep in 83rd Put hell 'n' heaven inside my grave And make sure my killer and his boys get sprayed Black tinted windows comin' down on the black bourbon Slide door opens up, fire Now I'm runnin' and swervin' "Welcome to the jungle, mtherfcka" Is what they yell to me I don't know what I did I don't give a fck, 'cause they ain't catchin' me Buckshot shells sinking pellets in my [?] thing And rollin' on da ground Tumblin' down the hill, head ring And reach for my Glock, where the fck is the cops? Ran down the middle of the street, [?] bustin' shots [?] hit me in my shoulder Hollow point shells [?] The bourbon's rollin' over Who da fck is these nggas? I don't know, but I'm the cool I ain't above the way Before I die like a dmn fool Hit the alleyway Backway to my neighborhood hangout And found two of my nggas layin' in blood, brains out Now where's the mtherfckin' cops when they need they ass Black bourbon passin' me, just killed they ass Outta ammuntion, grab the gun from my dead homies' hand And start bustin' like a mad man If I die, with the curb Bury me deep in 83rd Put hell 'n' heaven inside my grave And make sure my killer and his boys get sprayed If I die, with the curb Bury me deep in 83rd Put hell 'n' heaven inside my grave And make sure my killer and his boys get sprayed Brruh!