415 - 415 Lyrics
VERSE 1: Richie Rich ]Richie Rich is a factor, a mack, not an actorWho lounges in the cut and waits just to jack thePunks who superficially writeProcrastinate, perpetrate, they just biteI don't really give it much thought, just wax emPage the posse, grease the Uzis, tax emAnd lift up out of there, casualties to restGet in the Cutlass, drop the gat and the vestHave you ever seen a Vogue tire smoke?Straight on a mission, man, I ain't no jokeSee, this is a hype tip, cause in the O that's how we do thisHandlin boys and punks, I thought you knew thisGangster's bread on a day-to-day basisAnd then the punk police, they try to face thisForm of high rollers just walkin the streetAin't pumped in a year and just because of the heatThe money still long, just livin lavishCause see, the boys in the Oak, they gotta have thisCause it takes money to surviveAnd the hustlers are a product of the 415[ CHORUS ]The 4, the 1, the 5(So much mellow mellow at the) --> Bootsy CollinsThe 4, the 1, the 5[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]Now see, the 415 is a districtShould I break it down? Man, I'll get specificFirst of all we'll hit turfsI'll explain, then you can take for what it's worthDown in the Nineties, 96 to be exactLips, Disco, Big Ren and the packBig Tim, Ice Tee and Chuck D and the crewThey're all from the school, yes the old and newBut 99th yeah, the big rockPlymouth, boy, the old narc spotA lot of brothers now high rollers with fameThe Dirt Road is the block they taught on the gameNow this shot's for the Village and Big FeeRest in peace and be strong, Young DThey can take you from the game but not the game from youAnd peace to
