[Verse 1]
Suffolk County cold case
Four shots in the rib cage
Dirt road, no brake lights
Shovel in the trunk, that thick haze
Concrete sweat on my Nike sole
Pray the mix right, keep it level
Whole crew move like a shadow line
Shake hands, same time talk to the devil
Backseat plastic on the seat
Old church on the hill, closed for weeks
Mama still blessin' that rosary
I’m countin’ favors that I don’t keep
[Chorus]
Mob life, we married to the streets
Blood on the code, not the sheets
Concrete talk, that’s the creed
Say my name quiet when you speak
My boy powerful, callin’ every play
Phone ring once, whole block obey
Four shots echo, then it’s peace
Mob life, loyal to the streets (yeah, loyal to the streets)
[Verse 2]
Scatpack screamin’ past blue haze
Rear cam showin’ all they rage
Badge in the mirror, I still change lanes
Slide through the side road, same maze
Whole crew scary ‘cause we seen worse
Car seats empty, but we keep hearse
Judge got a price, that’s light work
Saint on the dash, but the mind cursed
Evil in the favors that we trade
Knife in the handshake every day
Trust in the barrel, not the prayer
If I go first, put stone over my name
[Chorus]
Mob life, we married to the streets
Blood on the code, not the sheets
Concrete talk, that’s the creed
Say my name quiet when you speak
My boy powerful, callin’ every play
Phone ring once, whole block obey
Four shots echo, then it’s peace
Mob life, loyal to the streets (loyal to the streets)