Can't buy you cadillac a diamond ring
there's no dough in the ghetto a nine to nine
got a barmy life and
i broke all the windows
we are the isolated ones
we're gonna run run run get
my loaded gun bel air mannequin's
too good for me it walked by
as if i was a bum kicking
my can across the dirty street
to my mansion at the dump we're
your minority in the city
financial district we ain't
blessed i just seen a suit
jump off a building i guess
the stocks in the market
crashed the solid waste
here bulks in plenty of
theives and plenty of
greed nothing to eat but
a can of beans and i'm stuck with l.s.e.
projects road rage car jacks
looting shoulders of the world
a no life gangfight parasite
shooting shoulders of the work