East Coast Gas Station lyrics

Intro:
(Scratched) East Coast, East, East Coast

[Verse 1: Slaugther Rico]
Street life is a drama
Fortunate thugs die for honor
Seen nights of insomnia
Portions of blood dry my armor
Horseman slugs blaze my chest
Like a 5 alarmer laid to rest
For silent mourners
Cuz haters played domestic violence on us
Now the wise performers
Got thousands of guys who warn us
Twice this size, enourmous
n*gga's wildin' on housing corners
?N memory squads deep?
Spilling martinis in dark streets
From my last heart beat
While God, beam me to Star Fleet
One of them n*gga's bragged the most
Until I grab the toast
Clap at the sky after you die just to shoot at your ghost
And as far as you should know, to the hell with the studio
I'd rather spit a "f*ck that n*gga" verse up at his funeral
Just so your moms could hear it
I will spit the finest lyrics
While I pour some Henny out for you leavin the wine and spirits
Feelin like the devils near and never shed a tear
Got bad luck for 77 years like I done broke 11 mirrors