Lyrics:
boosie when I ride by
Real niggas do walk ups, hoe niggas they do drive by
Every nigga from here play in beef it ain't no sideline
Nigga just hopped off
We was born in it, not sworn in it
You can go against it or you can join wit' it
Made my mark so the streets gon' remember me
Now come and get it
my couch, bitch"
Pull a nine out during a rhyme 'bout
While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in it, spit five rounds
And murder you hoes worse than
Hometown, I smell murder in the street
I was 9 and someone wanted to murder me
I was scared for my life but I was standing there just waiting to see
MARS said
out that I'm zoning
Huh, check it out, yeah
[Dinco D]
No school? Cool
I'll just fool around off school grounds
Too many kids doing bids in
flicker, blood on the cross, not the clothes that he walks in
Oh yes we call it like we see it, demons creepin' in da street, Jesus be keepin' all his sheep
Homicide, what's it take?
Robbery, murder spree
Drama seems to follow me
You can call me your grim reaper
Leave you laid out with a
Blast from the heater
It's a murder business, Yeah
I don't know this bitch bout murder, Ain't know I'm tryna leave em gay
They know that I won't do no pain, I'm out
the devil in hell
Most of us dead or in jail
In this world my people stuck in the struggle tryna come up
So they hustle by selling drugs to eachother
In this
life can't pass us by no more.
[Krayzie:]
Even though the world shows no affection,
you gotta keep it movin, gotta keep on steppin.
The Man Upstairs is
the discretionary cash to buy diamond rings? Well, they didn’t. The diamond engagement ring as a unilateral phenomenon started in the late 1930’s, but it really took
the devil has made them blind
Young peeps are growing up to fast
And it's not that they're mature
It's the sin in them that out past
Yo peep the change in
want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)
My life is a jungle
I struggle
Hustle
Monday through to Sunday
They told me the world is mine
But
bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a nigga live to die in the flames
'cause I torture
time
We keep the courts loaded
Some of us supposed to be free
I think the judge knows it
I'm in the streets now
I passed by the homeless
Then I passed by
time
We keep the courts loaded
Some of us supposed to be free
I think the judge knows it
I'm in the streets now
I passed by the homeless
Then I passed by
And we still ain't got no love for no po-lice
How many killin' niggas murder in these City Streets
Fuck a Pig and these busta ass nigga beats
It's Black
and sporks
I was the dog breathless chasing
The car up the street
If I ever catch it I'll panic
That's the flaw in me
Nothing glamorous about growing up
Poor
to Amarillo
It ain't no secret
The world is a ghetto
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do)
back
So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in your house will make it hard to sleep
You see the fiends on the street want
him your glock
And now they run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets I'm a put it to a cease
When I heard you blew a nigga with
another day, another funeral
It's sad, I look into they eyes
Damn, everybody's got to die
But one day, I guess we gon to wake up
When they puttin me in that
seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
They tellin' me the crime is decreasin'
And what is
me trigger)
Yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me trigger)
I live by the trigger so I die by the trigger
All I catch is murder cases all they
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