In The Alley Lyrics by Mc Ren

In The Alley Lyrics


    In the alley


    Oh yeah...
    You know what i'm sayin'...
    We peel mothafuckin' cops around here...
    You can't come around here talkin' that shit
    You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and
    Wind up dead
    You know what i'm sayin', i'll send you home in a
    Bodybag you fag
    And i'm 'a tell you somethin' right now -
    Don't come to the alley with that bullshit
    [bullshit]
    Hey ren, who's talkin' shit?
    Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'?

    Right up my alley i see fiends and things
    But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga
    Sings
    And he's singin' the blues in holey shoes
    While he's sippin' on brews
    'cuz every week he see a nigga's killed in the news
    In the alley all the hard heads kick it
    Don't permit the suckerz cuz they rob the
    Mothafuckaz
    Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they drop
    So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops
    Old ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do
    I run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe
    I sell my dope and i ain't ashamed to say it
    Cuz i got bills and mothafuckaz won't pay it
    In the alley - bitches sell pussy real cheap
    Waitin' to rob the trick when the fucka fall asleep
    Bitches 15-16 got the claps
    And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps
    Sucked up ho's with toejams in their toes
    Dirty ass clothes, with boogers in their nose
    Roamin', zonin' lookin' for dick to suck
    Walk around in a daze like they don't give a fuck
    In the alley ..

    Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead
    Bitches ...

    Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga
    Where you from ?

    Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole
    And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole
    Takin' turns, sippin' on the 40 oz
    Poppin' some funky shit by the d.o.c
    I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named
    Snoop
    My nigga dj train he hittin' corner in de coop
    Pullin' up i give him gat - axin' if he put in work
    Lookin' like a straight g - with some khaki's and a
    T-shirt
    We sit at the table slappin' bones
    While the little bg'z fight with the sticks and the
    Stones
    Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why
    So all the little fuckers get in the g and do a
    Driveby
    Take down some rivals 'cross-town
    They're back to the alley where they can't be found
    Police come around and try to find 'em
    But the whole fuckin' set is standing right there
    Behind them
    Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
    They did'nt know what hit 'em cuz the niggaz had to
    Get 'em
    In the alley ..

    Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in
    The alley ..

    You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga?

    Standin' in the alley with my nigga juvinalle for a
    While
    This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin'
    Foul
    Tryin' to get a name but did it all the wrong wayz
    My brother cocked the fucker, threw his ass in a
    Daze
    People crowded 'round like a fly on shit
    Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to
    Sit
    This little punk he was new to the alley
    He rolled with some white mothafuckaz in the valley
    Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces
    I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
    And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
    My brother picked him up and started hittin' him
    Some more
    Then every nigga had to get a turn
    To make sure that this mothafucka learn
    Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks
    Check it, and my homey lit his pitbull bite off his
    Dick
    And to top it off before my brother left the scene
    He emptied off his clip with the whole 15
    In the alley ..

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