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Correct Made N' America Lyrics
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[Uncredited singer] Got me livin the life Got me livin the life That I don't want to [L. A. Nash] Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball It seems the dreams we saw got burst Lit up the ammunition, won the war [?] bodies back to the Earth They say from war comes peace I say in the streets of L. A. Let it begin on every corner and streets In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me And to you devils plottin now know this Haven't forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don't miss, bitch I know it's a sin to be suicidal But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like 'fuck the Bible' No hesitation like [?], nigga, no breath Can escape Nash or the angel of death Lost in a world where we all feel pain The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to [Uncredited guest rapper] I praise God for relief, this life is hell I'm trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me If I get it raw I draw heat like Mcgraw, feel me Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin Got me feeling like I'm addicted to all the drama Don't know when I'ma touch the other side but I'ma ride For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried But first things first, riders clown in this fast life Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high Money, bitches and jewels until we die Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked Scandalous homies'll turn they back and have your ass jacked It's a fact, niggas stack to be the mack When it's on it's on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to [Young Prodeje] The streets got a young nigga cold The streets'll make a young nigga old Sell your soul to get parole It didn't take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can't survive Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold Tellin my little homies if it's the life they wanna go My nigga Lucifer'll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul But you don't need that, it don't matter where you go So I'ma ball while I'm here, roam this western hemisphere Livin this life I don't wanna live but I ain't ready to leave here [Prodeje] I almost lost my soul to the. 44 So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don't know Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas'll fade you Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord Nobody falls, so many homies fell though And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to Tell though You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to
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