Across 110 Street

[Intro: Ransom & Joe Bataan] Growing up was the one dream that was in our heads Bobby wants to be the heavyweight champ But his dreams got to go a lot further, under the streetlamp Yeah, under them streetlights the corner's watching A father mourns while his daughter's copping (Under the streetlamp) Yeah, below them streetlights we all famous Some years go by and now we all nameless [Verse 1: Ransom] All this time that I invested, I earned I grew up under these streetlights Can't fold up when the pressure get firm Go to school so you can learn and get tested But what I had to accept is, in this life you get tested and learn I'm going in like burnt flesh in an urn over the fireplace Monster with a hell of an ear when I'm in a quiet place I must admit I'm an acquired taste How your life's a movie when you freeze up at the lion's gate? I can wait, streetlights illuminate Shining on the faces that was moving weight Who was real? Who was fake? Who would steal? Who would take? Who could feel? Who relates? Who was killed? Who was safe? Wish we could just move away Glass on the practice field, we still doing two a days Terrorize the quarterback as me and Quanie knew the plays Hanging off the streetlights, but it's about a quarter past And when that light come on, your mama says you best be hauling ass Dirty Rick caught a rash, playing in my auntie yard I swear he couldn't catch a break Grew up and then he caught a charge, what's the odds? 9 to 5, could never trust a job We would hustle raw, drink straight vodka like we the Russian mob Weigh the coke, nothing off, two for five, cut the cost My brother couldn't make it to graduation, was stuck in court I wish we all could've made it Blood don't make us a family, it only makes us related, I hate it [Chorus: Ransom & Joe Bataan] But his dreams got to go a lot further, under the streetlamp Yeah, under them streetlights the corner's watching A father mourns while his daughter's copping (Under the streetlamp) Yeah, below them streetlights we all famous Some years go by and now we all nameless [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Yeah, it's young Nicholas, nigga Took the game and hand it back like ventriloquist, nigga Future bright like the Coogi on Biggie, my nigga Streets getting messy, that's why I don't kick it with niggas Yeah, nasty, perverted, I know I gotta be 'cause niggas judge you off whatever you gross Wasn't fresh my junior year, still would pop at your hoe That's 'cause I took my school clothes back to pocket the dough Heath Ledger, it's gon' kill you if you play me for jokes I grew up around the savage, yeah the murder was close You can see they real expression when the body get cold Fiends jumping off the line like we're linemen in crotch I seen niggas make it happen from a pot and a stove Got the weight like mama taking long from out of the stove Out of control, you feel me? Yeah, I seen it all under the streetlights Pork and beans and steamed rice was a cheap bite The bad bitch of life with the deep eyes Pussy wet as a beach side, ignoring the street signs Turn you vegetable, farm raised or freeze dried Fasten from these suckers, gotta follow the street dot, keep quiet The same lips you're kissing telling all your shit to strangers Funny how to trigger finger by the middle finger Your jury dangling on the corner, boy you're living dangerous Don't get the picture, you ain't get the painting, amazing [Outro: Joe Bataan] But his dreams got to go a lot further Under the streetlamp Under the streetlamp