with white chalk Crash hits and my troops get marked I'm in a danger zone when I walk Split seconds in time life become short Courtesy of la p.d psycho
[b-real] Lost dreams of innocence long past Through time memories burn and fade like ash Through the crosswinds through the crosiers Let the bullet strike
Cops are found dead and to no surprise And get classified wasted no lie They come and invade the wrong life And only the strong survive so they die They
in a battle with crooked-ass cops Heat we feel on crazy Gang infested la streets We see the red concrete stains And street platoons feel pain Real soon
tell me what's wrong Earthquake weather turned la into a flood zone We dry it up come with the raw when we transmit the rhyme network Psycho realm that
The simplest shit ain't plain to see Chaos floods the life on these streets Took a wrong turn on burned concrete And now the enemy dies for free Real
Joaquin: It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start My whole crew's being torn apart By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs And if
Sonny: Now I'm tired of makin' all these other mothafuckas money While they sit back and leave it all up to sonny It's been a long time I've worked for
I got mad visions, pictures and premonitions Of war drums and suicide missions Prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion All over ready for war
cops come and rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The psycho realm's spraying out your box We come from psycho cities
seeking to get paid I maintain, keep cool-ahead In the face of destruction whether I live or die Unpredictable, invincible, untamable, individual Uncontrollable like a psycho
through hallucinations escape now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined intellectuals seduced including nations founded under loose
psycho will shoot some dead That?s the fundamental to a fucked up mental Now you got a gun, your life?s a psycho realm My strategy, assault battery
We exert power with metal showers at all hours While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours Show of force for harm it's main source We divorce
bullet from a fuckin' gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me And you're fucked for ever" [all] L to the o to the v to the e, love! [b-real
many vatos is outside And yes y'all we got alot of em high From the East to the West but all the sick syde We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned
Chorus (x1) Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-cha
no combat skills are falling For real you know we get down In sick-ass world downtown killing fields Learn soldier grills Fuck'em all up on the street real
