BLUE AND RED LIGHTS ft. OBIE TRICE Lyrics

Start studded, flashing lights, eye black on reeds, Obie Trice

The spikes back on, the titans resurrected, despite minor hiccups, his writings is a blessing

You've been dissecting this paragraph since adolescence, he's a veteran, flow never been in question

See my steez on the track then get my cheese on the back end

Then breeze through these streets like these from way back when

Talking Q, Dub, C, Mac Ten, never been an actor or a thespian

I just lay down with them lesbians, heterosexual them

Real rubber dick inserted in mid-sections

The beast is alive, defeat you guys, sleeping on me with Jada Pink in vibes

Solidified in the street, ethos nines, OB trice, motherfucker

You ain't never stood in front of a judge and been sentenced

I've been through the system, I've seen the consequences

Survive in the streets, where you fakes are relentless

A product of environment, there ain't no pretenses

You ain't never felt that cold steel on your wrist

Locked up in a cell where your freedom don't exist

You ain't never had to fight for your own survival

Walking through these streets is like a constant rival

Blue and red lights flash bright in the night time

Shadows in the dark is all they find with the right crime

White sheets cover up the body from the public eye

Circle with the chalk line, sirens fill the night sky

Blood all on the streets, watch it run down the sidelines

Better stay inside the streets, we'll have you out your right mind

Back in the day we used to skate on the blacktop

Now there's bodies getting dropped, laying like a backdrop

I'll spend all my money on a motherfucking yacht

Touch the fucking paint and your ass is getting shot

Jumping out the wraith and you know I got my Glock

Talking any shit, we might come for your mom and pop

Tell me what you know about that hard life struggle

That no food hustle, trying to make it out the gutter

But it's hard to dig yourself up out a hole without a shovel

That's why most these good people always fumble

You ain't never stood in front of a judge and been sentenced

I've been through the system, I've seen the consequences

Survive in the streets, where you fakes are relentless

A product of environment, there ain't no pretenses

You ain't never felt that cold steel on your wrist

Locked up in a cell when your freedom don't exist

You ain't never had to fight for your own survival

Walking through these streets is like a constant rival