Raised in the Dead End

(talking:)
 Yeah, your boy K-Rino man
 I got love, for ery'body
 But I'ma tell y'all, a little some'ing
 Bout where I come from, listen
 (Hook:)
 I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood
 K-Rino, South Park Coalition
 I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood
 It don't matter where you from, if you real it's all good
 I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood
 K-Rino, South Park Coalition
 I was raised in the Dead End, the Park is my hood
 Esperad's or King Scape, Orleans Summerwood
 (K-Rino:)
 I represent one of the realest hoods, that you'll see
 Where we sleep a hour a day, and hustle for 23
 When it's plex we don't get mad, we just get even
 And if paper ain't on your mind, you must not be breathing
 We ain't tripping spring fall, summer winter we grind
 And police, be hating ninety-nine percent of the time
 You can find what you need, pills weed or powder
 And bring your gal around these playas, you might leave without her
 If it's some dirt to get done, we done already did it
 In whatever way it can get got, that's how we gon get it
 Matter fact was in the back, but we earn the lead
 We learned how to throw them thangs, before we learned to read
 Don't slip, or you could lose a ride that you just got
 Might get cussed out, by a lil' mama posted up at the bus stop
 We'll click up, but we don't mind standing alone
 And don't come here on vacation, cause you might not make it home
 (Hook)
 (K-Rino:)
 You got a pistol and you broke, all you need is a mask
 Got a car some conversation, then it's easy to smash
 Grind for 26-9, chunking G's in a stash
 You come around here acting hard, we put them beads on your ass
 Use to skip school, to pick up street knowledge from G's
 Making millions, without diplomas or college degrees
 Everyday some gun fire, penetrated the air
 You might get set up by the same chick, that braided your hair
 If you know about some dirt, then you bet not tell it
 The whole hood is like a Flea Market, you need it we sell it
 Put a stunt behind some paper, you might get hid
 If we don't know you and you come around, you might get slid
 Young hustlers trying to get it, cooking work in the kitchen
 And if the police is your partnas, then you must be snitching
 95 percent, of my hood ain't no punk
 Can buy some clothes or c.d.'s, and some weed out the same trunk
 (Hook)
 (K-Rino:)
 Every man for his self, don't expect no favors
 The dope dealer and the preacher, might be next do' neighbors
 It ain't hard to get swallowed up, your girl'll get jacked
 One day she innocent, and the next day she working the track
 You ain't got no real stripes, if you bringing in mail
 And you ain't sending in no paper, to your homies in jail
 They say you ain't promised tomorrow, it's worse where I'm from
 If it's twelve o'clock, you ain't promised twelve-o-one
 We ain't tripping on your money, we ain't tripping on your ride
 We ain't trying to knock your hustle, we ain't plexing with your side
 We ain't hating on your come up, we just trying to make our own
 And ain't gon let no out-of-towners, disrespect us in our zone
 Run the streets all night, bust without no warning
 Hit the club the after hours, and then church the next morning
 Haters dissing our region, like we some newcomers
 If you don't likes us then you leave us, stop trying to eat from us
 (Hook)
 (Raised In The Dead End