Scholars, street knowledge, Carter kids stuck in the projects.
My trigger got no heart.
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some Wop.
It's my world, I demand my respect. Give me your girl or get slapped in your neck.
Battery never dies, the ghetto keeps me wise.
...in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily