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JUNK
Contributed by
compton-tre-block
on
Friday, 11th March 2005 @ 05:58:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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There's a war going on outside no man is safe You can run but you can't hide forever streets that we done took You walking with ya head down; scared to look You shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town it's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old ...and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready trying to bag me and get rocked steady by the Mac One-double, might meet death and leave you with not much to go home with My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in a mix of action if I'm not at home,Im puffing L's, relaxing LA got a nigga depressed so I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll into the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixing vodka and milk I'm going out blasting, taking my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act I'm falling and I can't turn back Or maybe it's the words from my nigga Crak that I can't say so it's left a untold fact Until my death, my goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive I'm trapped, in between two worlds, trying to make dough you know when the dough get low the jewels go But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack I be on the block hustling counting my stacks No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution Five-ohs lurking, no time to get lost in.. the system brothers used to fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I live a war where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that messed me up God But things happen for a reason You find out who's the true peoples when you're up north bleeding You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you?? Hit with a 2 to 4 it's difficult!! While on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, the shorties like to run game Some brothers like to trick but I ain't on that tricking tip I'm like a Jew, saving dough so I can big whip Pushing a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first! Try to react and word is bond, get your feelings hurt My crew's all about loot, forget looking cute I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffing L's, laid back, enjoying the smell In Compton, thumping I's, it ain't hard to tell You better realize I'm putting holes in ya body like ya bossing a party then drown your open sores with Bacardi Crazy as it seem, my mind is every thug's dream kill 'em clean and leave the murder weapon at the crime-scene I got a bag of tricks for all you wanna-be hard rock dicks and start running when my gun kicks Leaving niggas dead on arrival, and keeping it real is my means of survival I rise to the top while you fall on your face so coward-ass niggas just stay in ya place I won't lie... and I don't give a ***** if I die You can tell a real nigga by the look in his eye Tre Block, and we got that beef, but ***** it It goess with the territory, we stuck with it I admit, I didn't do it, the Glock did it I should've got a bid, but the case was acquitted You want a future with kids and a wife? I rather drop while I'm living the street life Get high like the ************* champion Bust a cap in ya back and I stash the gun You better realize...
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2005-03-11 17:58:44] (Date/Time posted on
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