"Bedo" ft "Rocky"

(Bedo)

this is the bloody bean
you see shit you'll never see
this place, is so grimey!
its bout to air on spike TV!
you'll see niggas wit inf beams
when you cross the wrong team
they wont hesitate to cock and sqeeze
they would love to make your body lean

i mean, every state got atleast one hood
well boston is my hood, hope you get it undestood
you think its a pretty city
i'm tellin you its pretty gritty
gettin popped is no biggy
get robbed, oh well what a pity
i aint sayin im a gangsta
but i got goons that'll shank ya
rocky knows wassup
even though he in atlanta (rocky wuddup!)
what? you dont think i'm serious?
you thinkin im dilarious?
people bleed out here
and i aint talkin bout periods
snitchin aint tolerated
we dont believe in the chatlines
if you run your mouth
you gon run out of lifelines
flatline__________________
no more pumps left in your heart
your gossip days would be over
cuz a nigga put the pump to your heart
be smart... better button up that lip
or else the dr. will staple it up
afta a nigga empties the clip, oh shit
we dont care if yous a stocky nigga
cuz you'll shrink,
when you see that shotty nigga
it aint that type of party nigga
cuz you gon get bodied nigga...
Ughhh, the scene is so sloppy nigga
you aint gon rest in peace
you gon rest in pieces
you'll get hit by some shit
that'll turn you into reeses pieses
when you hear that shot (blow!)
your body will hit the flo
aw man, its a sad show
youd wish you missed that episode
whenever you see that sign
"welcome to boston"
if i was you
i would "PROCEED WITH CAUTION!"

(Rocky)

You damn staright
don't mistake niggaz out here for grapes
they'll eat off your plate
right in your face
then burp so you smell
the after taste
Boston is full of murderers & gangsters
the mottos Stop Snitchin
& keep the pots on the oven
in the kitchen
let it boil till its bubbly
so kids dont complain
that they hungry
in the bean power is money
cause theres no power in the crib
unless you got money
From Washington, to Colombia
to Blue Hill Ave
them boys will put the torch to ya ass
fast for the cash
throw you in a bag
then toss it in the trash
home of Whitey Bulger
and many Drug Smugglers
they do tricks with the work
call em drug jugglers
aint no fairy tales
aint no sign of Santa
Im in the A
and still here the sound of the hammers
no news no cameras
trust its no happyland
if you live to see next day
you won your a champion
thats why Im Rocky
from the City of Champions