Lyrics:
We will fight when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
We live our lives tonight as one, one
I'm a bad mother-, shout your mouth
blessings,
Schools got zero attendance,
Because these people believe the streets teach the lessons,
And this is real talk,
Real messes,
And some of us are only
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did
feeling The same
Cop by the eighth to get rid of The pain
The haters gone hate wan get rid Of my name
If you live how I live you Would've did you the same
Gucci, Prada, Ferragamo
They hollerin' black lives don't matter
And they don't ride down these streets
And they ain't givin' no jobs
Pipeline
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
just the life I live
Duck and dodge these bitches
I ain't tryna get caught by the right one
Left my plug alone and I went and found the right one
Ran
expectancy like 23
Focus on these words and not a beat
Stop making it cool to be in the street
Taking lives duck and dive
Being arrested, and promoting crime
approaching
Would we even recognize our former lives in this artificial light?
Morning in the streets of Amerika
But we don't go outside anymore
There's
Cash rule everything around me
I get them bags gone every week
I pop tags drip on me
I do the dash fuck up the street
These hoes fast I don't want
children cry
So who am I
Just another nigga set to detonate?
Shot down by the system because I live my fate
Or killed in these streets cuz shit ain't sweet
I'm straight, I'm cool
Got the whole 500, drop dead old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
And when I was in the streets I ain't
know them niggas ain't gon' die for you
I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'
I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me
Now I'm wifed up,
something that day
That stuck wit me
You can put me anywhere and I'ma live
And I can care less if a nigga fuck with me
These niggas know they can't fuck with
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for
scribbled on a Black street
But is it what we need
Black skin killing
Black skin
Gold teeth
Green paper
Red blood spilling
White skin
Blue lives
Telling
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now did
Mmmhh yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
All the rain pour down me
I been soakin' in these blessings
I was cold up on that street
Always knew I was gon' get
tellin' you
I ain't put in work in these streets just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
em by your copper
In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad cuz you are
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
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