62 Pickup

... Man, they gotta let me go, yo!
Damn, man. Word, man. It really is, man
Order in the court!
Corey McKay, before I pass sentence, do you have anything
You would like to say to the Queens County Court?
As your attorney, it is my obligation to advise you that what
You're about to say can influence the judge, so make it good

Yo, I lived the life of '62 pickups
Bumpin' on corners, beatdowns and stickups

Seeing events in which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion, and all types of violence
Kids, living the life of ghetto heavens
Selling cracks, ready to attack with 9's and MAC-11's
Having dreams of being big bosses
Driving Porsches, by the time they get rich, they're corpses

Son, it's a shame, but in this game, the strong survive
Either get live or get slain
'Cause in the ghetto, respect is mandatory
Drug wars igniting, man fighting for territory
My niggas stepping with automatic weapons

Stickup kids with .357's

Yo, it's violence, I know old timers move silent
But nowadays niggas be wilding
Drug dealers styling with 5 Series Beemers
It's deep the way sunny days don't seem to reach us
.45 Under the seat of a Lexus
Thugs rolling with bulletproof hats and vests
Earning your props or big dime rocks?
Your man Shorty Rock is on the block with a Glock
He just got knocked, now he's out on bail
For a semi-automatic and an undercover sale

Trained mercenary with a heart that's cold
Pushing an Acura at 17 years old
In the passenger seat, and he's smoking a blunt
With some shine on that any live nigga would want
Somebody runs up on him and you know what they want
Telling Shorty, "Run the jewels and don't try to front"
Shorty reaches for the 9, but before he can shoot
There's blood scattered in the '92 Acura Coupe

Another victim of modern day stickups

This is the life of '62 pickups

For the charge of robbery in the first degree
I sentence you to a minimum of five and a maximum of fifteen years
For the charge of robbery in the second degree
I sentence you to a minimum of five and a maximum of fifteen years
The sentences shall be run concurrent
... Man, niggas lucky I ain't got the gat right now, man
Yo, what, yo? They better let my man out, yo, what the fuck?
I don't care about no judge, nobody!