The Theatreland Chorus - Pop, Lock and Drop It From "Stomp the Yard"

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I’m from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere
So, if you into sight seein', don’t visit there
It’s somewhere between Jersey and Delaware
Philly never scared and them niggas ain’t timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
They all fucked up tryna get the gingerbread
A few stacks be the price for a nigga head
Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians
Clips and revolvers and George’s and Benjamin’s
A celebration of the loss of your innocence
To your old self, you’ve lost any resemblance
They say the city make a dark impression
The youth just lost and they want direction
But they don’t get the police, they get the protection
And walk around with heat like Charlton Heston, man
It’s in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain’t gone do shit
They don’t want no problems, what are y’all stupid
It’s all in the music
It’s kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville
It’s kind of a thrill, my mind, it will spill, my nine, it will kill
Of course, bro, like crossbow, I bring the force, though
Hittin your guts, splittin' your torso
It’s colder than the North Pole, livin' unlawful
I’m givin' you a jawful of somethin' awful
Yo, my theoretic is leaded, well, come and set it
The shit bang and leave you diabetic, for paramedics
I spit flames and get dames to get change
With pitbull bark and lock the shock
Don’t bother me, Ahk, don’t you dare lie to me, Ahk
I don’t know who this nigga that you try to be, Ahk
Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout
Big shit, send it for route and finish him out
Joints stiff from rigor mortis, while we swimmin' in waters
Women with daughters will have us niggas sinnin' with orders