I can't explain the feelin' I get every time
I come back from leavin' the Yoc
Thoughts of love hatred and pain,
Flood my brain 'til my heart feels a shock
I think of them blocks, back in the day,
As ten of us walk, two packin' some weight
We'd snap out the gate, known to package their fate,
When aliens grouped up, got drunk and got brave
We put in more work than the ballers with choppers,
A few good revolvers, a couple of shotguns
But we was some killas behind them triggas,
We handled the business that made others quiver
