The maritimes
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:33 pm
The Island
(As sung to "The Maritimes" by Classified)
Let's take it back to the Island, man
You cant take life too serious
Do that thing you guys were doing
Guilty by Birth said the jurors
Light a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a block party
Welcome to the Island
I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of Hard Knock Life
Known for the women-players, beer and high weed price
Known for Hells Angels and the weapons they bared
Home of the street gangs but let's not go there (yet)
We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
Smokes cost ten a pack and
We always mix our alcohol with drugs, its just the way
its always been shit, it's natural to me
So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
Let you people know what you never did see
We got AK's, we got Beretta Specials
And we got true Warriors and insane motherfuckers (that's me)
We got every kinda people you dont want near
Conscious to Conservative, Sinner to Gangsta
H&K to Winchesters, Mack-10's to Tech-9's, City to Country
So many guns blazin' but no one making money
Welcome to the East Coast, home of the Dissident
Still stuck in a gutter, as a Bum or abandonned children
Only major league teams, Crip and Blood streets
All-Urban-Warfare y'all just don't wanna see
I'm trying to shake this nowhere life
So give me space please, let me vent out this strife
I don't even eat Rocks, shit I never tried Ice
Cant play a Chicken, but always hung with gang members
But I swam in bloody lakes, and saved friends from Freezers
Remember fucking Montreal chicks like asking for diseases
We only known for Poutine & Mount Royal
Scenic views to Blue Uniforms, never hear of the turmoil
Montreal, its worse then that
We livin' in the darker times so fuckit with that
We got Bo Gars and Ruff Ryders and
The whole Crips Hood and of course White Tigers
We got 5C, Total Anarchy, Rock Machines are all Locked Down
Russian Mafia, on first word, turned it into Hell Town
And a million other Crews flippin' Mister Officer the bird
And just to let you know yes we all wanna be heard
We tryin' to live but it's a Cultural Explosion
We just wanna just survive while everything's corrodin'
But even if a new troop blowin' in from the ocean
Whichever way life goes I'm still reppin for my coast, man
That's how we do it over here
Least that's how you think we do it over here
We all pile in the kitchen
Do it like this
Guilty by Birth said the jurors
Light a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a block party
Welcome to the Island
Welcome to the Island
Feel free to stop by a funeral
Another nigga shot dead as the tires squeal
(As sung to "The Maritimes" by Classified)
Let's take it back to the Island, man
You cant take life too serious
Do that thing you guys were doing
Guilty by Birth said the jurors
Light a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a block party
Welcome to the Island
I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of Hard Knock Life
Known for the women-players, beer and high weed price
Known for Hells Angels and the weapons they bared
Home of the street gangs but let's not go there (yet)
We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
Smokes cost ten a pack and
We always mix our alcohol with drugs, its just the way
its always been shit, it's natural to me
So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
Let you people know what you never did see
We got AK's, we got Beretta Specials
And we got true Warriors and insane motherfuckers (that's me)
We got every kinda people you dont want near
Conscious to Conservative, Sinner to Gangsta
H&K to Winchesters, Mack-10's to Tech-9's, City to Country
So many guns blazin' but no one making money
Welcome to the East Coast, home of the Dissident
Still stuck in a gutter, as a Bum or abandonned children
Only major league teams, Crip and Blood streets
All-Urban-Warfare y'all just don't wanna see
I'm trying to shake this nowhere life
So give me space please, let me vent out this strife
I don't even eat Rocks, shit I never tried Ice
Cant play a Chicken, but always hung with gang members
But I swam in bloody lakes, and saved friends from Freezers
Remember fucking Montreal chicks like asking for diseases
We only known for Poutine & Mount Royal
Scenic views to Blue Uniforms, never hear of the turmoil
Montreal, its worse then that
We livin' in the darker times so fuckit with that
We got Bo Gars and Ruff Ryders and
The whole Crips Hood and of course White Tigers
We got 5C, Total Anarchy, Rock Machines are all Locked Down
Russian Mafia, on first word, turned it into Hell Town
And a million other Crews flippin' Mister Officer the bird
And just to let you know yes we all wanna be heard
We tryin' to live but it's a Cultural Explosion
We just wanna just survive while everything's corrodin'
But even if a new troop blowin' in from the ocean
Whichever way life goes I'm still reppin for my coast, man
That's how we do it over here
Least that's how you think we do it over here
We all pile in the kitchen
Do it like this
Guilty by Birth said the jurors
Light a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a block party
Welcome to the Island
Welcome to the Island
Feel free to stop by a funeral
Another nigga shot dead as the tires squeal