Lyrics: Ballad for tha Ghetto
Album: Tha Street Game
Artist: Young Ones Band
 

Come on, yo, yo

[Verse]
Aiyoo my Street Code killas, we are not a crew
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars, some say I’ll soon be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars
Industry think that they grooming a star nah
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy
With my goons in some cars

[Bridge:]
I tell ’em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo
Kill ‘em, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low
Ba’ bro

When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds
On the first

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It’s the first of the month..
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month..

Now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck ’em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck it I’m driving, I’m puffing high as can be
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
it’s time that we eat
Dc’s here, this time it’s for keeps
You rolling or not?
The Takeover’s now, y’all focused or not?
We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m all right with that
Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I’mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers
Until I’m rich and these mills don’t matter
Uh, you niggaz follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya’
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money’s home and he’s never going back in

[Chorus]

Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me, and still a little nigga
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Wolf, for some coke again

Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, it’s fucked up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people
That don’t be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people

[Chorus]

Street Code nigga
Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B’s up
The first and fifteenth
We still going through it
Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores
Saratoga,5th,Taylor,and Park
Y’all know the struggle
Holla