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You know it`s hard, out here in the streets
A pity we gotta be in these streets Haters, are everywhere Cause shit and with somethin` deeper than you and me It`s hard, a cold, cold world Sometimes can`t even trust ya own girl Gotta stand here and face my fears Ain`t gonna shed no more tears I started younger than most, got turned out sellin` dope Skippin` school to fuck bitches, carryin` guns in my coat With dreams to sit on meal tickets, if I slang enough of this shit Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates Cold killers on the payroll, `case they come for the safe Build a empire, they can`t infiltrate We all aspire to be kings but we could end up bein` inmates See it ain`t all peaches and cream, take a look at the game Pour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory lane I lost so many homies Chasin` this American dream for Cuban links and Lamborghinis Talkin` ballin` supreme, look in my eyes And you can see the pain I`m feelin` inside, look in the sky And ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder why? He put us here, because the ghetto is hell, we hypnotized It`s like the Devil got us under a spell, under a spell.. [Hook: repeat 2X] Trapped.. In this ghetto prison and I`m always Strapped.. People are acting crazy and I can`t Relax.. I ain`t gon` stress it anymore I won`t shed no tears For half my life cats been tryin` to have my life I been, blasted twice by jealous bastards right And I done banked more cats than niggaz done wrote raps Done balled off dope sacks Fell off and came back I done knocked on niggaz` doors with straps Split they wigs with lumberjacks Beat they ass with baseball bats Nigga how real is that? I done seen a lotta sick ass shit Quit fuckin` wit` some of my niggaz cuz they did a lot of trick ass shit And all my best friend been gone for ten with no release, stay.. Caged like an animal 23 hours a day They hit us up with secret indicments and three strikers They send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to Rikers I got, scars and stripes been scarred for life Almost, lost my life fuckin` with faulters twice Who can you trust? When ya best friend`ll cross you up And turn state`s evidence for the deal that he cut [Hook] We used to stab out in my Chevy Impala, wit` no brakes The whole crew packin` tre-five-sevens, and thirty-eights, like Doc Holiday Bailin` from the Fifty, and barely got away Baby G`s... High speedin`, sippin on Tanqueray Tryin`a take the pain away, cuz we all in poverty And ain`t no way out but bank robberies or the lottery I roam the block, swallowin` D, strapped with the ride low, (??) Whatever it takes, to get the Expos and Tahoes And only God knows, what they gon` hit us with next They tryin`a scare us off the set, cuttin` off welfare checks And tearin` down the projects, where niggaz grew up as Gs And three strikes`ll get ya life, in the land of the free I often pray for paradise, for all my niggaz and me We came a long way, we all seeds from a strong tree But took the wrong way, the life of drug dealin` and crime Niggaz` drugs spillin` and killin` with nines, killin` our kind [Hook] - 2X
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