"Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son,
mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though."

Verse 1:
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
bald heads and heavy chains
somehow caught in the game
back in '83, before cable TV
when these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
live niggas here before me
like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats, the Pauly's
outlaw league, from the street to the Pen
eyes glossy, niggas only speak when