The Ave lyrics

Artist  : Dre Dog 
Song : The Ave



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I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get
beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the middle
of the street
Shit ball fights would go on in
the park
It's like damn pirate nigga's come
out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material
shit
On the side gold diggin' for some part
time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into
alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga
I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a
nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the
block sell that rocked up shit
Touchin' they
gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs
up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say
fuck grades
We rather get paid and snort
cocaine on the Ave.
I see some nigga's that I
used to go to school with
They look at me like
my face is full of bear shit
They don't even
say whats up to a young loc
Just put they
hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm
thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I
remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh,
but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of
ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the
store for some zig-zags
Every store on my
corner is owned by an Araib
But like a bucket
I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit
my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's
don't like me, but I don't care
They put they
plex on they chest act sick and try to fight
me
Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
I
rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose
ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and
eleven
Hit the dice game and then...
jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I
stand on the corner all day and smoke
gunji
And I don't care about jail hoe
I
just lift weights let my hair and my nails
grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a
calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
Us
nigga's on the block, got on income breakin'
boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to
be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's
get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work
though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch
your dick blow up
Cuz real niggas just
multiply
But now days real nigga's just
die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then
jet
Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe
Triple
cross a muthafucka then giggle at his
funeral
I snort caine with the hard
heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the
damn feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit
Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a
St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit'
hella muthafuckas ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry
bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be
fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin'
caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just
jock
And white folks can't pass
Give up
your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on
the Ave