Wrong Side Of The Tracks Songtext

Verse One: Tame One I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street Cause they know my name's form cruising in the Jeeps So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of the tracks Repeat The Artifacts are from the wrong side / 2X Verse Two: El the Sensai I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back I never though of spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap I could've went the other way but no how I got my dap on the map with the big down to a spray cap Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down Oh boy the crow they wanna stab me in the back enough of that Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wannaa get zapped Piece I've earned to show my name no shame Don't wanna put the blame down on my niggaz name Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get me cash flow I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source Chorus (2X) Verse Three: Tame One, El the Sensai I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit Back with some more to flat black catchin wreck in a sec Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set I'm live like a third rail, on time like a fast train THe name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name I tags mad when I drag a fat bag of izm Comin out with New Editions like Mike BIvins I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em And stick em to victims of undeground systems Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jers Kick the knack of peedy slurs and kick the bass to the curb The Artifacts Jack, bringin the harder facts back Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter The artifacts song cause the beat is still growin To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag So don't cross the path that we got to your back The Artifacts out, wrong side of the tracks Chorus (2X)