Lyrics:
Mega you want to be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Ha fix nigga! (Prefix, album this was on)
My mind sporadically same time compatibly
Wayne carter graduate bang bang academy
Change my reality thank
these lashes on my back got me feeling full sin
Sorry man meant nothing only Benjamin
Put aside all my morals to kill another man
Maybe another time we
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
Uh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
To throw yo
street pusher
Give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up, I took her
Ran out of liquor
(Time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga
(Who gives a f***?)
Rap
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coolio]
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
, yo, yo, yo)
Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn
Blam, blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn
From dusk 'til dawn (uh), night time belongs
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
ya know
Despite how full my hands get I can't let ya go
I love and I miss you all but it's time to end this call though
God next time I ring me and you
the fuck it is man (Yeah, yeah)
(And, and say somethin ya bitch-ass nigga)
Yeah, street justice muthafucka
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check
in these streets so GDK in these streets
Toting glock nines and some rugers getting saved by the heat
I was raised in these streets, C.P.D.K in these
[Intro]
Ayy
Get real bloody 'round here
Triple crazy
[?]
Uh-huh, ayy
Mmm, ayy
Ayy
[Chorus]
It get real bloody 'round here, everyday it's that time
That's how we do it, yo
Fuzzy weed mixed with rosary beads
So I can puff and blow tails of coke sales
Smoke L's with the devil laughing
up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street
School was lettin' out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
look at where i am
Took all of my problems and i cooked em in the pan
I used to suck till lucifer had took me by the hand
Now word on the street is i
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
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