May - Just Da Way It Iz - Ramson Badbonez

And this is why I love the month may

The untamed will chase cash to make stacks

Monday to sunday the same track

And somehow, someway

Officers find reasons to line us up

Like blind mindless ducks hooked in iron cuffs

Zoning off to illmatic like it’s real graphic

They carry gutting knives, dusty pipes and steel ratchets

And it’s the perfect time for payback

To clean him out like ajax

Raise the 12-gauge and made him lay flat

All colours of brothers killing brothers

Worried mothers stressing to death

Left to raise grown men with no assistance

All I know is resistance

Yet most of us will go the distance

Racking up a list of known convictions

This is a year in the life of oscar the slouch

The grumpy grouch keeping up nightwatch

Bare punk in the sole of my air dunks

Split a meal for one into two and share blunts

Getting hotboxed in

Cotching in the kitchen with the big long bong

Until the filth dropped in

Cut the spliff and keep the cherry lit

No canoeing or any rips

Pebs and henrys for big belly chicks

Loads of different kitties roped into the smoke then

With grotesque girlfriends still toking after the roach ends

Hopeless teen, dagger poking out my coat sleeve

Destined to be the casualty of my own greed

Stolen goods and a four-four stored in a sock drawer

Moody crooks and villains that cotch on the top floor of towerblocks

One-track mind-mentals

Listening to goodfellas and cellar dwellers

Power bikes and rentals

They never tell us that it’s hard to earn

Banging Gang Starr

Street smarts ain’t that hard to learn

The three-quarter length shorts, the sun visors

The fake bouncers outside the clubs, the drunk drivers

The guy who got shivved with 72 ounces

The questionings, police cells, prisons and courthouses

Half of them are crooked and corrupted

Like the fully nasty yardies that smuggle garlic on their bullets

Pass the dutchy with the bumpy knuckles

D.I.T.C.

remixes in this mean district seeing three sixes

So fuck a popularity contest

You’ll wind up dead in them flats or catching a long stretch