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Yea I want everbody to feel the pain, Comin from my domain....
Its hard as hell down here man, Drama could drive you insane....
Wit no money cats flip, Do anything for cheese....
Load the nine, Aim that shit, And squeeze....
Another brother dead, That aint right man....
Down here you gotta, Fight for your life man....
If one fails, You always gotta have a backup plan....
Usually Its drawing an weapon, And nothing other than....
Laying down innocent people, Cos they from another klan....
The gangs run the shit, The police is just corrupt....
But if they start shit in the hood, The hood will just erupt....
Yall seen images of belfast, On the tv burning....
Even through that shit, I gotsa keep earning....
Money is the main problem, Other real homies no what I mean....
This cypher is dedicated to them, Deceased in the struggle for green....
If the city takes your life, You get thrown in a shit lil grave....
I dont want to be remembered for hustlin, But for being brave....
For standing up to my fears, Tryin to make my life better....
Not for some punk, Sending 6 holes in my sweater....
I know I could go anytime, So for my mom ive left a letter....
So she knows her son wasnt all that bad, An that ill never forget her....
Many homies dead, Or Locked in cells like animals wild....
I know they all missin, There baby mama and there child....
I gotta chance to spread the word, And that is what im gonna do....
Im goin to let these people know about life on the street, Before my time is threw!!!!!
these niggas talk shit when they aint from the street/dont kno how it feel like to meet face to face wit a heat/streets is when u get robbed in elavators/niggaz so ghetto they robb in sandals others wit a suit and gators/streetz u to be raised in not shown/streetz when u hit the corner there chances to get blown/streetz when u dont need gats to rob a store/streetz when 9 out of ten chance rivals behind the apartment door/u know u in the streetz when multiple niggas are hustlin'/fo sho u in the streetz when all u hear are gunz bustin'/even when crooked cops jump out vehicles and start runnin'/come on niggas in the streetz dont say "aww geez"/u really in the street when u get shot and get a glimpse of a badge that say "police"////
DUSK CITY,WHERE YOU MIGHT GET BUCKED OR BUCK 50"D,AND THE HUSTLING'S PLENTY/BE EASY,OR GET SCOOPED ON BY DT"S,GOT TO PHONE HOME LIKE E.T./ THE FIENDS IS OUTRAGES SELLING CLOTHES OFF THEY BABY BACK,HOES SELLING THEY SOULS TO PUT CLOTHES ON THEY BABY BACK.
NIGGA'S ON THE CORNER POINTING CALLING OUT SELL'S,RUNNING TO THE STORE FOR QUARTER CHIPS,POP AND A COUPLE SHELLS/WATCHING FOR COPS, TAKING TURNS HITTING THE 'L,KNOT'S GOT OUR POCKETS SWELLED/GET A RENTAL HIT THE ROAD..NEVER TO SPEND....GOT TO RELOAD.
IT'S FUCKED UP BUT THE STORY GOT TO BE TOLD,GROWIN UP WASN'T NOBODY WATCHING ME,YO/SO,I WATCHED THE G's GET DOUGH,CLAP GUNS AND MAKE NIGGA'S GET LOW/SHIT'S REAL IN THESE STREETS,COME IN THE HOOD GET LOST, FORGOT IN 3 WEEKS!,THE PLOT GET'S DEEPER, IT HAPPEN'S AND NOBODY SEE'S SHIT,CODE OF THE STREETS,SNITCHES DON'T EAT,I MEAN IT.
THE BITCHES,oh THEY AIN'T ON NO BITCH SHIT,TAKING TRIPS WIT THE PLASTIC STRIP STUCK IN THA CLIT/BLAST ON HIP,ACT,IT A BE SOME PRETTY SHIT. DON'T TRY TO FUCK, WIT THAT LOVEY-DOVEY,PIMPY SHIT/BITCH WAN A THUG THATS GO RUB HER TUMMY WHEN HE IN.
YO,THE KIDS IS RAW TOO,GET CAUGHT SLIPPIN GET JUMPED AND ROBBED TOO/ THEY ONLY COME IN GROUPS/BOUNCE SCHOOL LIKE BALLS DO/YOU 'D BE APPALLED,DUDE,BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW/WE ALL FROM THE BOULEVARDS, BLOCKS AND AVENUES.
Where i'm from people taste the steel if you don't belive come down here to the L and i'll show that it is real. My dude got popped because they were goin into the dude house to get a couple pounds then and two days later we putting him in the ground now tell me how that sounds. Just two weeks ago dude want to get out of the game some dude that to get out the game you got to give your life now that is a shame man i hope the day i try to get out of the game i hope the same thing don't happen to me but then again i do want to go out like a G. My home boy P got caught cruisin wit a nine now tell that's fine to me but not to the police they took him and he got locked up for a least two weeks then he came back and he couldn't hoop for the school all because the police made him look like a fool. Now all the fakers think its cool but once u get to know the streets you'l see that 's its not all call if u not wit a team.
Cypher started: April 12th 2006 at 09:02
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