Welcome ta HELL minus three, where white teens, don't ride free
From Walnut to Park street, there quick to provide heat
Bring a dozen cats, wit fuckin gats, jus ta fry beef
Fall River's a grimy, low down society, full of outcasts jus like me
Hit the highways doing 90, lookin to buy keys, of tai weed, to smoke
U can find real thugs, that peel slugs, and would bleed for FOLK
Puff the green and choke, your fuckin teams a joke, to these misfits
Whether its in ryhme, or crime, these streets is gifted
Our speach is explicit, mentalities exceed twisted, and u never find snitches
Jus empty forties, bentley stories, and the finest bitches
We live life for riches, when our nine pitches, it leaves ya swole and dyin
we spit clips at y'all, quicker then fastballs, by Nolan Ryan
Send souls flyin, from skull signin, with buckles n bats
Get your mind popped, while my block, jus chuckles n laughs
Brass knuckles n rap, can make your ass stumble n collapse
We're all about ta crumble n snap, from so many fuckin drug busts
We reply fast, when called white trash, how could u not fuckin love us
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it's boston yeah were that cain is plainly pure snowy white~
come out tha bar drunk vision impared so u slowly fight~
we tha only city with tha bribe taken cover up corrupt FBI~
where we start to erupt switch out tha blade and take out ya eye~
where we have a history wit tha celtics redsox bruins thats culture~
where mob boss bribed tha FBI and is still on tha run his names whitey bulga
we tha city that u start to pop and run that mouth and u unknown~
next day u drop from that 12 gague your head get's fuckin thrown~
yeah we are tha home of tha fuckin working class man~
where u dont need no help u get by with what u can~
i'm origanly from BROCKTON massachusett's home of rocky marciano~
they called him fist's of stone 1 punch take out tha whole cast of saprano's~