Clay Rhonic takin you back to real Hip Hop and truth
The names Clay Rhonic a.k.a. the riddla. Thats what most people know me as. I grew up in Brooklyn New York but just recently moved to Queens. Im Puerto Rican and got a thing for Dominican girls. Don't get me wrong I love my Boricua and Columbian chicas also.
Lyrics
Verse 1
In the projects its about guts and glory
Step on any man who crosses my territory
Cuz I was forced into this life of death
At night I rest, with a vest over my chest
When ya poor, you can only want more
Whether you get it from doin right or wrong
Im not ya typical lyrical emcee
I might spazz and kill any nigga who tempts me
Im not ya average joe, my flow is magical
And the punches I throw, a dismantle ya bones
From da long hood, to the baggy jeans
That’s how a gangsta leans to make some change
It doesn’t even matter what crime he commits
Stealing and killing is his only way to live
His only way out, is an organized robbery
Plays a lot of numbers, but never hits da lottery
Most his families dead, killed by police
When he wants to get high he smokes some trees
He street smart but slowly fallin apart
Kills for a livin, and then buys himself a car
All the while, the innocent get hurt
Gifted by the curse, he puts himself first
Survival of the fittest, he don’t care for da critics
All he cares about is the money that he’s getting
Chorus X2
In the projects, its not easy to sleep
All I see at night is killas and thieves
Watch as these fiends emerge from the dark
Never walk alone in the streets of new york
Verse 2
So how do you see a ghost faced killa
Just another pirate thats after ya treasure
In the projects, it doesn’t get any better
You only see thieves through lighting in the weather
They’re ready to kill, steal and take your life
So watch ya back, if you walk in the night
They won’t be polite, they don’t care if ya nice
Cuz in life, everything has its own price
Hide ya jewels, don’t stay past ya curfew
Cuz the killas at night are waitin to hurt you
In every news article you hear about rape
If ya showin off ya flesh then ya sealin ya fate
They echoe in the streets, you can only hear their feet
If you wanna make it out, you better call the police
And if you lucky, they might come in time
But if they don’t then ya just a victim to another crime
