Artist: Rezidue Album: Haze Presents NY Reality Check 101 Song: Inner City Blues Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Chorus] Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones Starin' at space and runnin through the red zone Feel like rhymin', freestylin' Going back in the time when brothers wasn't wildin' But nowadays it's a brand new tactic Brothers be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh Better beam down to earth I'm blowing up with mine first [Verse One] When I was young I used to roll with thugs that sold drugs Exporting high-caliber weapon transportin' It was very important to the niggas on the block That you knew how to get down when it was time to rock Came like we was raised on a farm I mean, niggas be on they way to school gettin' clicked on In '81 Niggas used to get thrown up in a suplex And robbed for their summer youth checks, what Other stick-up kids lookin' like 'Who's next?' Runnin' out, knockin' niggas out in two steps Or three steps Deceps ran sprintin' Everyday was a fight like it was San Quinton Niggas hidden about who been snitchin' to the dean At 3 o'clock his wig got split upon the scene I guess a buck 50 just ain't good enough no more Kids be playin' tag with the four four mag Little bad motherfuckas need to stay in school Shorty I went the same route so I'm droppin the jewel Mad niggas gettin' killed over nothin' Straight squeezin' off on motherfuckas When you hit they nerve button [Chorus] Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone Feel like rhymin', freestylin' Going back in the time when brothers wasn't wildin' But nowadays it's a brand new tactic Brothers be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first [Verse Two] Yo, I heard this chick say she wanted a +Ruffneck+ Niggas tryin ta be ruffnecks but, yo motherfuck that Tryin' ta act wild and get a nigga killed Hook him up to the respirator and put him on tilt, word Bad boys move in silence Was said bad boys caught two with a silencer to his head, uh Some niggas lucky enough to do it and live through it I had a chance but I chose not to pursue it Most of the rough niggas I know be like dead or locked up When they come home my niggas look blown Swollen up, but the times is changed So ya better get hip and get a grip mad quick nigga One to three is no joke Five to ten is even worse 25 years, I'll be cryin' steel tears Trying to send a bomb letter to the judge Special delivery nigga, you made a lifetime grudge, uh I make a shank out a spoon or a light fixture Stay alert and try to keep out of the mixture I never smoke cigarettes but I get 'em so I could sell 'em Here comes static, somebody better tell 'em (what) My ward gear be like five or six layers With books tied to me and I'ma 7:30 playa This ain't the time to be franchise neckin' The trouble arises quicker than the national deficit [Chorus] Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone Feel like rhymin', freestylin' Going back in the time when brothers wasn't wildin' But nowadays it's a brand new tactic Brothers be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first