Lyrics:
Welcome to the ghetto
Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
(Yea nigga, I lost my Granny and Mekhi man I damn near went insane)
(This that real back out boy shit)
(Skrt Gang bitch)
I lost my Granny and Mekhi
mood can go from a hunnid to ten
Like Mike's old girl, miss eleven
And when I hear stuff, there's no emotion
But in my head, theres always a notion
I
in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggas take your shit like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
Cuz am only mine yo!
Use your mind 8X
Now who’s that fool?
Tried to get me from the day one
Hook: Got to be trapped by my rhyme speculation
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
I've only been
To this spot twice
And it only gets
Better
With time
But it woulda been 100 percent better
If I wasn't outside
All night standing
gun ho mack 1-0
Straight stompin' and chicken hawkin'
Inglewood swangin, dope slangin
And Hoo-Bangin' Comin' from the...
West-side
{*repeats till
[Chorus: x4]
We're born to live, a life to die
Life's so damn short and I wonder why
As kids, you're overlookin death
It didn't seem important
my side[00:40.53]Gossipin', say you from where? It's whatever[00:42.10]I'm reppin' the south of Atlanta for real[00:43.98]Niggas been dyin' since
Adams and Crenshaw
Ni--as make moves
Mid-City live action
Better than pay per view
With the shits
Early with it
Before it hits the news
By
slowly dying in this line
I spot a chick with hazel eyes and golden hair, it's time to shine
cnd in the line, i had the time, to quickly come up with my
damn you, woman" I said from
The bed, "god damn you, What have you
Done?
"I tried it with a broken bottle one night
Don't you like me any more? Am I
You pointed out the fence
It was leaning towards the neighbor's house
The waterlogged firewood from the last few winters
Had become one with
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
Damn, can't believe I'm bout to turn 18
Time flies
It's like
Go!
Minutes pass, I need slow mode
A blink to the cosmos, I been working twenty
Damn, can't believe I'm bout to turn 18
Time flies
It's like
Go!
Minutes pass, I need slow mode
A blink to the cosmos, I been working twenty
to dodge tha cell
Real nigga
We dont blend well
Live by tha code
So we dont tell
Chorus 2x's
2x's Dope Dealer
Always wanted to be a dope dealer
Sell
store
Man G, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
to five, got a truck full of chicks
Just leavin the disco, me and my man from the knicks
Oak dog, later on because they live in the bricks
Jumped
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