32 Ave Intro

Up on the 32 Ave

I wake up every morning trying to

Figure out how to start my day

(My day)

I go to the bathroom to take me a piss

Brush my teeth, now it's time to parley

(I'm out)

I call up B-money to open the crib

So it's time to go jet

So I skate

I'm rolling and bouncing

And copping these houses, see money

Roll a whole twenty-eight

Twenty-eight grams

Bumping 99 jams

Reminiscing on a tail last week

Talking about a couch

Harry's house around the block

In a Baja saying that a youngin had heat

Spur of  the moment the youngin

Was domeless, he died from a fatal attack

On a 207, called 9-11, hit 15 bullets to his back

Shit got right

Everybody really on that

But you just got to embrace it

Keep it on the trutches but its braces

Murder Garden's carried city, unsolved cases

Face, it you get wasted like it's GTA

But this ain't no Grove Street

And you ain't CJ

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