Lyrics:
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
For all the dirt that I did
I don't think I'll find where heaven is
I wonder why they won't panic and try
forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
of the Live After Death, Wrathchild, 22 Acacia Avenue,
Children Of The Damned, Die With Your Boots On, or whatever you like, and Phantom Of The Opera. All
be safe
I’d never say that I’m jealous,
You know I’m not
When I see all of the freedoms
These kids got
I know many came before me
And helped us out
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
the Republicans like having their right to bear arms
Even if it blows kids off the planet
They spend rest of their lives without their legs and arms
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
feed them
You use to live down the street, but couldn't stop by
Like why didn't you come? Please tell me why?
And why you took her kids to Atlanta to see
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
the spirit of the past
To appear and trouble me again
Time goes by like a sail on the ocean
Sleep won't come though my eyes grow dim
And in the dark I see
this, make me wanna act like this
Make me wanna smack that trick
Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
If he opens up his yap that's it
We will fight
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve trays like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half
won't graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it,
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