10-31
Shots fired momma crying
Cus the future dying
Either you was gang banging or playing basketball ain't nobody surviving
It's never quiet all this violence everyday a riot
I grip my iron I stay silent Cus I know they watching
Make a grave or make it out
Shots fired they chase you down
Hands up they still take you down
Sorry momma I can't make you smile
You wanna sleep and eat but the streets won't let ya
Our boys in blue will paint you red now who is gone protect us
Harvard won't accept us can't pay the bills you fed up
Everybody is a G well I'm a different letter
Smoking packs Bacc to Bacc
Grandma had a heart attack and
That boy left the house at 4 nd he ain't never make it Bacc
I keep my gang with me
I pray they never change on me
Ain't No price upon your head they will shoot them thangs for free
This is wat came to be not wat I am made to be
Officer do not aim at me... I was taught to aim nd squeeze
(He 11 toting a .38 and he suppose to be on his way to school)
(The system got us fucked up... Duhhh)
Rain leaking through the ceiling yea my socks was soaking
Talking to the rats nd roaches got me praying hoping
Nigguh bogus out here Toting ain't no aim just blowin
You out there boastin yea I got please don't make me show it
Put my mattress Onna floor or give me a cold shower
I'll drink the milk that's sour live inna house no power
Gunshots everyday ambulances every hour
When I was broke having 50 cent gave me power
I'm from the corner if you a foreigner you gon catch those shots
Ain't no running we straight dumping bet I catch my opps
(Aye Look Man We Don't Do This To Promote Violence)
I was starving I was broke I wanted everything
Guns police ambulances is in every dream
Sat Onna floor prayed to the lord was I gon ever eat
I'm up at 2 I'm up at 5 was I gon ever sleep
All along I was wrong but I was serving feins
Cus they had the cash I had that smack we was just trading things
I played with guns that had them drums look wat it made of me
I see it's changing Me I didn't have a voice
I played wit straps nd crack didn't get them good toys
Picture me like a photo inn them streets It was no hope
I had that .09 Drew Brees, Tony Parker, Tony Romo
Shot fired emergency it was a murder scene
Black clothes black mask I was with the murder team
It could of been me it would of been me
Laying onna ground with a bullet in me
It could of been me it would of been me
Laying onna ground with a bullet in me
Cus the future dying
Either you was gang banging or playing basketball ain't nobody surviving
It's never quiet all this violence everyday a riot
I grip my iron I stay silent Cus I know they watching
Make a grave or make it out
Shots fired they chase you down
Hands up they still take you down
Sorry momma I can't make you smile
You wanna sleep and eat but the streets won't let ya
Our boys in blue will paint you red now who is gone protect us
Harvard won't accept us can't pay the bills you fed up
Everybody is a G well I'm a different letter
Smoking packs Bacc to Bacc
Grandma had a heart attack and
That boy left the house at 4 nd he ain't never make it Bacc
I keep my gang with me
I pray they never change on me
Ain't No price upon your head they will shoot them thangs for free
This is wat came to be not wat I am made to be
Officer do not aim at me... I was taught to aim nd squeeze
(He 11 toting a .38 and he suppose to be on his way to school)
(The system got us fucked up... Duhhh)
Rain leaking through the ceiling yea my socks was soaking
Talking to the rats nd roaches got me praying hoping
Nigguh bogus out here Toting ain't no aim just blowin
You out there boastin yea I got please don't make me show it
Put my mattress Onna floor or give me a cold shower
I'll drink the milk that's sour live inna house no power
Gunshots everyday ambulances every hour
When I was broke having 50 cent gave me power
I'm from the corner if you a foreigner you gon catch those shots
Ain't no running we straight dumping bet I catch my opps
(Aye Look Man We Don't Do This To Promote Violence)
I was starving I was broke I wanted everything
Guns police ambulances is in every dream
Sat Onna floor prayed to the lord was I gon ever eat
I'm up at 2 I'm up at 5 was I gon ever sleep
All along I was wrong but I was serving feins
Cus they had the cash I had that smack we was just trading things
I played with guns that had them drums look wat it made of me
I see it's changing Me I didn't have a voice
I played wit straps nd crack didn't get them good toys
Picture me like a photo inn them streets It was no hope
I had that .09 Drew Brees, Tony Parker, Tony Romo
Shot fired emergency it was a murder scene
Black clothes black mask I was with the murder team
It could of been me it would of been me
Laying onna ground with a bullet in me
It could of been me it would of been me
Laying onna ground with a bullet in me
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Writer(s): Almightty Huncho
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