Elysian (Extended Mix) - Richard Harrington & Beat On

You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga It's that motherfucking hot boy, bouncin' off the Northside Fuck 'em like KY, murder with no alibi Pawn to the game, hit a vein with a prick Might leave you rotting with them maggots in a ditch But you gotta be real to be a Northside killer Gotta be real to be a 7th Ward hitter Gotta be real to be a West Bank killer $uicide off the porch, we them triple six sinners Migity-motherfucker, what don't you understand? I'm $lickity $loth, the fucking Slenderman Motherfuck you, no, I can't fuck with ya I done glowed up, and you acting real bitter Child-ass motherfucker, let me call a babysitter Before you throw another shot, maybe you should reconsider We the grey to the grave, the clip to the MAC We the ones who run the race, you the ones we overlap You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga You gotta be real to be a 7th Ward nigga You gotta be real to be a West Bank nigga Yung pimp from Gentilly Where the concrete littered with them empty Philly blunt wraps Where the liquor floods, racks in my safe, kept safe 7th Ward by the lake, come and see me Bitch, I'm sick like a plague, uh Hold up, lil' woadie That ain't what he told me Uptown killers by the river is nothing holy Except for your white tee, red dots bleedin' in the hot sun Time to grab an ice tea, survival is unlikely Gorilla in the tank yelling, "Where they at?" Reminiscent of the 1990s Platinum fucking blades, chopping up the tracks Hoodrats acting fiesty, murder, murder nightly! If you from the 7th Ward, won't you make noise? Them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$ If you from the North Shore, won't you make noise? Them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$ If you from the West Bank, won't you make noise? Them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$ If you from the Crescent City, won't you make noise? Them fucking grey gorillas by the lake, $uicideboy$ My hot girl and your hot girl were sittin' by the Bayou My hot girl told your hot girl, "I got a hot boy that is fire" Talking 'bout a hot boy (hot girl!) Hot boy (hot girl!) Everywhere we go (say what?) Upper Label take fo', and now you know how it go Representin' down-south, fa' sho' (break it down)

Once upon a time, there lived a girl She knew what she wanted from the world In the brown eyes they could see A fire that burned like summer heat Nothing but trouble so they thought They just watched her from afar If they looked close that flame was a tear But they hadn't seen a girl so fierce Once upon a time, there lived a boy Who would only play with real life toys? One hand here and one hand there No attachments this man wears A smile so sweet it's hard to see That there's no fruit growing in his tree Once a fool he learned long ago It's better to burn than feel the cold You better run, you better run, you better run You better run, you better run, you better run You better run, you better run You don't know what you're in for You don't know, you don't know What you're in you're in for You better run, you better run Cause you don't know what you're in for You better run, you better run You don't know what you're in for You don't know, you don't know What you're in you're in for You better run, you better run Cause you don't know what you're in for You better run, you better run, you better run

I remember '62 I was sixteen and so were you And we lived next door On the avenue Jerry Lee was big and Elvis too Blue jeans and blue suede shoes And we never knew What life held in store. We just wanted to rock 'n' roll forever more We were the Rock 'n' Roll Kids And rock 'n' roll was all we did And listening to those songs on the radio I was yours and you were mine But that was once upon a time Now we never seem to rock 'n' roll anymore Now Johnny's in love with the girl next door And Mary's down at the record store They don't want to be... around us no more "Golden Oldies" but we hardly speak Too busy running to a different beat Hard to understand, we were once like them How I wish we could find those rock 'n' roll days again We were the Rock 'n' Roll Kids And rock 'n' roll was all we did And listening to those songs on the radio I was yours and you were mine But that was once upon a time Now we never seem to rock and roll anymore I was yours and you were mine That was once upon a time Now we never seem to rock and roll We just never seem to rock and roll anymore