'93 Lyrics

In and out in ninety seconds, nigga, sticky move
The whole hood petrified of Chris and Groove
Outlaw persona, them niggas bend the rules
Had to fight the first day they transferred in from different schools
That was second grade, they been locked in since
They come from single parent homes where ain't no pops exist
Friends become strangers, you know plots, they twist
Groove was into sports but then he popped his disc
He actually triеd playing it right
On the other hand, Chris ain't played sports onе day in his life
He played with the white and stayed with his pipe
They say, 'God look after fools', that's the only thing saving his life
Groove mom was like a mother to Chris
She was comfortable asking him for a loan
When she was struggling with rent
Groove was mad that they did this shit behind his back
Chris asked how he could make it up, he replied with, "Packs"
Groove went off the ledge with his friend
And he told himself, "Never will my mama have to beg him again"
Before that happened, either death or the pen
Nigga just came off the porch but he was settling in
Grinding hard, their bitches mad that they ain't making love
Them niggas think murder when they take the grudge
Got shorted on a pack from a Jamaican plug
And that's how they first got into taking drugs
That's a fifty-fifty dead split
A hundred pounds of gumbo when they ran up in that trench shit
Playing juggs is like chess moves
But somehow only Chris got caught, they couldn't catch Groove
A ride-by might be your next view
You don't know who you are till life tests you
Gets a couple years shaved, wasn't so pricey
Told on Groove and he knew that nigga his whole life