Tonalidad: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Growing Up In L.A,
Big City Of Dope
The New Side Of The Tracks,
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I'm Only Tryin' To Cope
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So I'm Out Here On The Streets
To Escape The Pain
Fuck The World Was My Attitude,
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I Joined A Gang
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Crooked Cops Want To Send My
Ass To Pelican Bay
These Fucken Bitches Playing Games
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Trying To Dirty My Name
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Play At Your Own Risk Cause
I Play For Keeps
Another Murder In The Streets
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Of The Big Southeast
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Smoking Weed All Day
Elevatinin' My Mind
Smoking A Fat Sticky Green
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I Only Fuck With The Kind
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Night Falls In The City I'm Keeping My
Strap By My Side
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187 On My Enemy Cause I'm Down To Ride
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Stacking Chips,
Selling My Dope To Get A Hit
Ain't Tryin' To Get Caught Up
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Don't Wanna End Up Dead
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Like I Said, I'm On A Mission For Bread
I Tend To Get A Lil Scandalous
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When I'm Low On My Feds
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I'm Leaving Em Dead
The Only Time I Like Red
Is When I Blow The Fucking Brains
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Out The Back Of Your Head
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Strap Back With The
Ruger Frontline'n & Shit
Jealousy Got Me Heated
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With My 2 Extra Clip
Verse 2
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Growin Up In The Streets So Tough
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We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
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Don't Know Why Its Gotta
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But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way, Yeah
Verse 3
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Stabbed, Jumped,
Caught Slippin', Blasted At
Waited For The Perfect Time
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To Come & I Blasted Back
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The Trials & Tribulations In The
Life Of A Criminal
Let Me Take It Through The Steps
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Of A Hustlin' Individual
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Age 13 -Exposed To The Scene
Of Drug Dealin'
Stealing Cars, Smoking Weed,
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Vandalizing & Cap Peelin'
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You Know Its All A?? In The
Life Of A G
What Goes Around It Comes Around
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Raided By The P.D
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Ain't That A Damn Shame
Fuck It Homie, Charge It To The Game
Post Bail By The Morning To
Em
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A Fresh Sack Of Dank
I Kiss The Blunt & Touch
The Sky
Remeniscin' Bout My Fallen
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Soldiers No Longer Alive
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Hope We Still Gonna Ride So You Could
Watch Your Homie Shinin'
I'm Still A Lil Knucklehead And
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Still Packin' A 9
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But Its Le git Now
Enterin' Booths
Delivering A Sick Stack
Fool Think I Owe Em Somethin' Be
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cause I'm Stackin Chips Now
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I Worked Hard To Get
Where I'm At
And I Don't Need Your Phony Love
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Dog I Got My Own Back
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So You Can Take It For What Its Worth
Cause I Ain't Gonna Stop
And Keep Your Eyes On Mr. Criminal
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Cause I'm Rising To The Top
Verse 4
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Growin Up In The Streets So Tough
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We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
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Don't Know Why Its Gotta
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But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way, Yeah
Verse 5
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Help Me Cause I'm Lost,
Running Away From These Cops
There Ain't No Future On The Block
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And Gang Bangin' Won't Stop
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So Grab Your Shotgun Homie And
Be Ready To Bang
And Represent The Southeast
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Varrio Pico Nuevo Gang
Verse 6
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? By My Fucken? I'm Straight Cursed
With This Wicked Style Display
On My Anger & My Rage
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Since A Juvenile Delincuente Taking
Toques De Cronica To The Mente
Tossing Up My Varrio While Unloading
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A Cuete
Verse 7
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Growin Up In The Streets So Tough
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We Got Homies Fightin'
People Dyin', Mothers Cryin'
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Don't Know Why Its Got
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ta Be This Way
But There's Gotta Be A, Better Way
A Better Way, Better Way,
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Yeah
Outro 1
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