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