Grove Street For Life

Verse 1) Straight outta Grove Street, rep my block to the death Green rag tied tight, ain't no room for regrets Ballas creepin', yeah they beggin' for lead So I load up the TEC, fill 'em full of dread CJ's back in town, ain't no time for no peace Time to clean up this city, bring the Ballas to their knees From Idlewood to Verona, we runnin' this shit Grove Street Families, ain't no room for a bitch! (Chorus) Grove Street for life, man, that's the code we live by Ballas talkin' shit? They just askin' to die Hop in the Green Sabre, let the engine roar Leavin' bodies in alleys, what the fuck we doin' it for? Control the turf, respect is earned, never given These Ballas motherfuckers, they barely even livin'! (Verse 2) Ridin' with Ryder, Smoke and Big Pooh, the crew's tight Rollin' deep in the Lowrider, lookin' for a fight Ballas on the corner, thinkin' they all that? Pop the trunk, unload the heat, and watch 'em fall flat! Drive-by symphony, bullets singin' a sad song Grove Street soldiers, where we belong, ain't nothin' wrong Keepin' it real, ain't no room for the fake Leave these Ballas bleedin', for goodness sake! (Chorus) Grove Street for life, man, that's the code we live by Ballas talkin' shit? They just askin' to die Hop in the Green Sabre, let the engine roar Leavin' bodies in alleys, what the fuck we doin' it for? Control the turf, respect is earned, never given These Ballas motherfuckers, they barely even livin'! (Outro) Yeah, Grove Street, San Andreas, that's the life we chose Fuck the Ballas, forever we oppose! Now get the fuck out my face, before you get smoked! Grove Street! (Gunshot)