I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword
Started having money buying things I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannishest
I bought a nickel-plated four-fifths, Falcons, Granadas, Caddys and Fairlanes
Chevy, Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs, Donkey Rolls Jewelry like a Pharaoh
Troop Jackets, D-Boy apparel, Hop, Wheeze, B-Coke, whatever you need
Knew how to add and subtract, but barely can read
No I can't, yes I did, no I didn't Either gonna be dead or successful or in prison
Trooper beam scale, I was flipping the goop Heliclite tail, I was getting my loot
Concrete, I ain't made of feathers
Tashed it up just like some angry protesters
I come from the streets, come from the streets Where they play for keeps, play for keep
The strong and the weak, the strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete, gotta be concrete I'm from the streets, I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak, every day they leak
I mean, lines of police, lines of police Gotta be concrete, gotta be concrete
He started off fast, came in last, ran out of gas
But he was winning at first What you call a person like that?
A quarter horse
Enter the game and go
I can't run a lap
A tortoise
That's domino talk, man, you a man
A chorus
You still in the game?
Now we divorced
You make any change?
No remorse
You feel the *** just like a porta potty His hustle game sloppy, tricking off on them
boppies
I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong
That's why I was just telling my little homie on the phone
Be a leader, not a follower And if you gon' be a follower, follow the right
leader Stop thinking with your peter
My peter?
Yeah, your dick
Why?
A checker gets you hit, keep your eye on the sparrow
Get cornered in the middle of the street


I can't see the light


I'm an ambush, they'll limit your space
Your space isn't there
I come from the streets
Come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
Play for keep
The stronger the weak
Stronger the weak
Gotta be concrete
Gotta be concrete
I'm from the streets
I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak
Every day they leak
I mean, lambs and police
Lambs and police
Gotta be concrete
Gotta be concrete
He put his foot where his mouth is
Good witness
Got these down in the drive-thru
A Kentucky Fried Chicken
They wasn't gang banging
But they was *** tripping
Ate him up real good, but he still livin'
The victim's parents, lawyer on the case for real
Tryna put the nigga that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor's bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella feared
So ain't nobody talkin', listen here
And not only that, but the victim don't want nobody sayin' nothin' anyway
Because when he get out and get his *** together
He gon' put them niggas under the weather
When it comes to feudin' and funkin', gotta be clever
Beef and commotion, the drastic measure
From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet
I don't know about you, but I'ma stay concrete
I come from the streets, come from the streets
Where they play for keeps, play for keep
The stronger the weak, the stronger the weak
Gotta be concrete, gotta be concrete
I'm from the streets, I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak, every day they leak
Got me lambs of police, lambs of police
Gotta be concrete, gotta be concrete