1. GLENDALE CITY

One Day At A Time We Take.
Livin Our Lives Not Takin A Break.
We Always On A Fiction Life With No Competition,
Glendale City Be The Mission.
We Stress, F*** Press,
Live Or Die, Cops Care Less.
Glendale City, We Roll The Streets,
We Neva Look Back For The Things We Did.
We Live Large With Luxury Cars,
Drivin Down Glendale Boulevards.
Lookin Left, Lookin Right,
Popo’s On Each Side.
Dogin, Makin Contact, To Slow It To A Side,
Ready To Run The Lights.
Don’t Wanna Stop,
Get Tagged Down By The Crucket Cops,
Finding Drugs, Send Us Back, Behind Bars.
So I Rushed For The Breaks, Busted A B****,
No Time To Look Back, Gotta Look Ahead.
Rushin The Benz, With 20inch Rimz,
Black On Black With Dubs, No Faces Seen.
No Time To Think, Gotta Press.
Swervin Through Streetz,
Goin Left, Goin Right,
Left The Pigs Behind.
Armenian Pride Is What We Have Inside.
As Time Past, It Was Alright.
Seconds Later, They Be Comin For Our Livez.
Nowhere To Go But Ahead,
We Were Back In It Once Again.
My Mind Be Slow Off The Bud I Smoke.
Pressed The Pedal To The Medal Not Letting It Go.
Benz With The V12 Engine Chargin Against Them All.
In An Out Of Traffic, Runnin,
Rather Be Home Smoking Off The Chronic.
But We Cut Up In The Streets Of Glendale,
Bein Chased By Cops Who Wanna Put Us Back In Jail.
With Little Gas, I Had To Think Fast,
Than I Remembered My Past.
Didn’t Wanna Stop And See Bullets Blast.
Neva Took My Foot Off The Gas.
Like I said, Armenian Pride Is What We Have Inside.
So Than I Slowed My Ride,
Neva Givin Up On Our Mission, For Completion.
Took Out My Ammunition, Started Spraying On Black An White.
We Live Or Die,
In G-Town, We Roll With Pride.
Bullets Flyin, Back To Back,
Dropin Officers, Block To Block,
That’s how good we are.
Hidin Behind Carz In The Middle Of Boulevards.
Takin Shots, Smoking Cops.
No Game Against Us.
We The Best, We Neva Rest.
We Against The Law All By Ourselves.
It’s Either Do Or Die,
Mann Don Even Try.
We Come At You, And Take Yo Life.
Me And My Brotherz Out Of Magazine,
But We Stayed Positive.
No Where To Go, No Where To Run,
We Stuck In Between Cars.
Getting Shot By The Crocket Cops.
But We Neva Give Up.
I Hate Loosin,
Took Out My Ouzi,
Blasted A Round, That Didn’t Amuze Me.
Next Thing You Know,
SWAT TEAM Comin In Full Force,
Tryin To Kill Us All.
Little Did They Know,
We Had A Surprise For Them All.
Felt Like We Was In Real War.
Than I Heard A Women Groan,
Opened My Eyes And Saw My Self On The Floor.
I Was Drunk Dead Gettin A Blow.
Yeeaaa
My System Full Of Alcohol.
Closed My Eyez
And Again I Was Back In The Show.
By Poem_Grox_Davo