Been on the block for some time,
Been watching how snitches drop
dimes,Fake so called people not
hustlin to get their grind.
Who do they think we are,Fools
on a corn dog stick with no minds,
I come to find these days and times,
these people like doing low to the
earth blinds.
Get your weight up and catch up to
time,for we know who are you silly
clines,we ain't snitchin nor dropping
cold killer dimes,we bust down poetry
and ryhmes.
We keep it real in h-town with be real,
we don't set folks up to send em' on the
hill,So next time you run your trap read
this poem to know what one feels.
Who do they think we are...Hard core
RRC laying low chillin like stars,But
those of you runnin it we know where
you are,And we see you ain't got no
hearts.
