Street Chronicles

[Verse]
Cold nights, streetlights flicker, plots thicker
Little homie wit' a chip, not a snicker, doc ticker
Boys in the ‘Hood bangin’, cars creepin’ slow
Juice runnin’ deep, every step, yo, it’s on the low

[Chorus]
Cinema in my veins, blood ink my skin
Stories from the blocks where the hustle begins
Gangsta flicks in the sack, life on replay
Pop the tape, narrate, make streets obey

[Verse 2]
New Jack City bricks, cash stacks, quick licks
Menace 2 Society, bullets fly, no flicks
Blood in, blood out, family thick in sin
Friday laughs, South Central stay within

[Bridge]
Flicker of a Hustle, flow like a tidal wave
Set it off, in too deep, can’t be no slave
ATL dreams, Boys' theme, chasing after cream
Belly of the beast, the block’s supreme

[Verse 3]
Higher learning vibes, flag waves, ink tatted
Street knowledge grasped, never static
Case of the Friday blues, light ‘em up, fuse
South Central ties, hard knocks, can't defuse

[Chorus]
Cinema in my veins, blood ink my skin
Stories from the blocks where the hustle begins
Gangsta flicks in the sack, life on replay
Pop the tape, narrate, make streets obey