2for5 ft. Tom Suave and C-Leather - “Any Direction”

[Emcee(s): Oktober, Tom Suave (AKA Ace Lover), and C-Leather]

[Producer(s): Spier1200]

[Scratches: Spier1200]

[Verse 1: Oktober]

Yo, I am from

The Bronx borough, but the streets ain’t raised me

Only be representing who I came to be. I traveled

Side streets like stray bullets from the Gestapo

Families prayed to all hollow, all bottles

Sip and pour a little liquor for deceased ones

Believe living is each one, I teach one

When beef comes, reach for guns—code of the streets for most

On each coast is the reason is wrote. What is it

Made us think that living is hell-struck? They used

To tell us in the 80’s we would self-destruct

Apology for dropping my jewels, another lesson

Keep it moving as long as it’s in your own direction, yeah

[Hook: Oktober and Tom Suave (AKA Ace Lover)] (x4)

I don’t know where you going

But I know where I’ve been

[Verse 2: Oktober]

Yo, I seen

Gray skies and cloudy days, crime overpays

In crazy ways while y’all talking, “Walk this way”

Product of my environment, tired of the lion in men

Stepping up into my cypher? Try again. You could

Stay alive or die on the one-way streets

On the bloodiest block up in the Bronx, they beef and they

Speak gang slang so fluently (Word), but when

I spoke in words of wise, they knew it was me

Apology for dropping another jewel, the next lesson

Keep in moving only in your own direction

[Verse 3: Tom Suave (AKA Ace Lover)]

Seriously?

You must have me confused with someone who gives a what

The hell the deal like?!? For real life, check perspective

Bullets fly any direction, hitting bystanders

Gangbangers the corner’s best friends, correctional

Facilities filled with hundreds of baby fathers

Dozens of cousins puffing motherfucking pin joints

Giuliani taking action? I’m laughing

Haha, Tom Suave a player, biatch!

[Verse 4: C-Leather]

I’m from

The Brooklyn borough, so you know the streets raised me

Keep it gangster when I’m hyped off of niggas—I know it’s crazy. Lazy

Eye from the high. Niggas die for the rent... money

Yeah, they’re making dollars, but they lost all their cents/sense. I’ll walk

Tense as The Beast keep patrolling the streets

Niggas do so much dirt, they gotta walk around in cleats, cheats

Death ‘cause I’m fucking Life ‘til I get bagged, pulled

In the true direction when your soul gets snagged

[Hook: Oktober and Tom Suave (AKA Ace Lover)] (x4)

I don’t know where you going

But I know where I’ve been