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[Verse:] Sittin in hell's den, watchin murder like a show on Shot him in cold blood like he was beaten with a slow arm He ain't really deserved it but that's life and that must go on Prayin we get it right, knowin somehow that we gon go wrong It ain't no point of being real when everybody jokin Niggas hit the corner with cheese, man everybody's broken Probably to numb away the pain from a deeper wound Sick of singing blues so they moved into a deeper tune 15 for the striped, he ain't fightin shit He bout that firework, self-employed, how he like this shit Realizing if he get caught he gon be tied and hit Plus he told that da – “fuck a statement”, he ain't writin shit Look nigga nuts, hangin like elephant tighters Devil got the key and I bet he just waitin to ignite us It's all the same, where I'm from tell em it's west up But niggas lose they life for disrespect niggas so this luck [Verse:] I say he used to be the man now he begging for a gram 2$ ass nigga, can't lend a helping hand Yea it used to be good, he had to work for the jug He turned his back on his niggas and went and stayed on the hood That statement he can't take back, regret that he made that Sat down in trial and that recorder tape, they played that Eye contact now but I used to look up to him I used to wanna be just like him, now I just inspite him Mission ain't condoned even to my closest kin I'm getting money now and I was getting money then She still poppin off, ain't nothing born in the hood Sin City money man, I'm whipping foreigns through the hood Times done changed, bg's now og's Used to be 25, damn that 44 the key Better out look at life, better know how to cook the white Soft to the heart, hard niggas turning soft Still [Verse:] My lil nigga lost his twin and I know he hurt Cast a dark cloud over the old west Packers wouldn't even let him out to go and pay his respect Last month I've seen a good nigga get put to rest Tryna do my best to hold back the tears Cus if you livin up in Oakland you livin in fear Nigga we break the homicide record every year I don't know what you lookin for but love don't live here It's crack babies sellin crack around here Them lil niggas is strapped so hear me loud and clear Ain't nothing but dope fiends, bums and ridarum You ain't got a gun, better run when them niggas come Pray to God I wake up every morning, get to see the sun My niggas is dyin, chasin money by the tons I'm tryna smoke away the pain but I'm killin my lungs My brother gone now so me to teach his son
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