Children Of The Concrete - K Rino, K.O.

Down went K-O, no time to lag

Last month he rode a bus now he rolling a jag

He picked me up around 6:15

He had just paid a fiend some green to get his shit cleaned

Got in the back with a smile on my face

Couldn’t help but notice twenty five grand in a briefcase

Went to another dope spot, then we ran

Weapon in hand, made another grand, paid his clan

See I’ll be jocking my boy cos he’s striving

A freak in the car giving him head while we driving

Runnin' straight came never ever skimming

Seventeen years old straight pimping grown women

We hit the crib about 6:45

Watching the news, hearing about some punks that died

Found out they was the brothers from our street

They got beat now they 'Children of the Concrete'

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

Kill or be killed, kill or be killed

Got there at 7 o’clock on the dot

After hearing the word three of my homeboys had got shot

Stepped in the place a cop on the case found

Ten dead brothers on the floor laying face down

In South Park don’t nothing get squashed

Let’s see how many brothers been popped at the car wash

Next thing you know I hear a round off gun shots, aw shit

These motherfuckers hit the curb for another hit

Jumped on the side of a house quick as a mouse

Realized I had my shit in a pouch, so I snatched it out

All of a sudden the shooting just ceased

Two girls standing by got stuck plus two police

I felt kind of bad that they got the props

I ain’t gonna front, I was glad that they shot the cops

I stepped out feeling nervous and scared

Almost pissed on myself when I saw that K.O.

was dead

I started crying cos I knew that was it

My first mind said, «Let it slide,» second mind said, «Bullshit»

So when I catch 'em, school out and no retreat

Obsolete, 'Children of the Concrete'

Six months later K-Rino is ruling the scene

So fucking clean I don’t touch nothing but green

I live in a condo out there on the rich side

Ain’t been to the hood since K.O.

died

I stepped in a club, well rested, uncontested

Gaming on hoes I used to mess with

Within minutes I had to put a sucker under

Punk got mad cos his momma had my beeper number

2 o’clock I get an ass invitation

Saw the dudes who popped my boy by the gas station

I pull the trigger with no pity

Now they selling six-packs of cold punkass at Fool City

At ten minutes after two there was three left

By 2:15, weren’t nobody but me left

So now I’m riding the dick of a court appointed lawyer

For tryna be a fucking warrior

They boxed me up for a year then I made parole

Cops confiscated my shit now I’m snatching your gold

Then I sell it so I can score me some quick crack

Get fat and reaccumulate my shit back

Within a month I was back in the park

But had brothers slanging for me in 5th Ward and Honclark

But smoking moes had me froze cos I’m robbing my foes

Steeling clothes from them hoes while the money grows

Jumped a freak till she left with a swoll neck

Fucked her once and made her give me her whole check

Went to a spot two tricks had a dime, they were splitting it

They talked my stupid ass into hitting it

In three months my car was sold

Dead as a pole and didn’t give a damn about gold

I used to be out in South Park dropping hoes

Now I’m out there holding up Stop & Go’s