| I got my girl pregnant at 19
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| And I thought I’d never make it
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| All the drama I was facing
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| All my friends was gang related
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| All I gave fuck about was slangin'
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| Never thought of making changes
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| Till we got the crib raided (raided)
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| Drug dealin' cases
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| My homeboy buzzard incarcerated
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| Suddenly my whole life change
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| Now I’m livin' life real slow
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| My lil son is what I live for
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| My whole clicks what I’d kill for
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| Redel castro in sinaloa
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| Now we making that real doe
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| This the shit
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| That I’m built for
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| This the shit
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| He got killed for
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| I swear to god
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| Me &my baby mama
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| Was meant to be
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| Till she went through my phone that night
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| Caught me cheating with Stephanie
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| Naked pictures she txted me
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| Goddamn you stressing me
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| I’m like goddamn you stressing me
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| I’m surrounded by soldiers
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| All the gangstas salute me
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| All the gangstas they love us
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| And they wanna recruit me
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| I swear to god my life’s a gangsta movie
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| My life is like a gangsta movie
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| Fumando mota &sellin' coca
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| Like gangsta movies
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| Like Al Pacino
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| Doing perico in mafia movies
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| Shits about to get real
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| I’m tellin you the shits real
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| Wasn’t old enough to buy cigarettes
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| But I was old enough to drug deal
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| We was old enough to kill
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| We was old enough to pay bills
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| I was living poor
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| Slept on the floor
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| Tell me how the fuck would you feel?
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| In that one bedroom apartment
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| I was far from stardom
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| Guns in glove-compartments
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| Staying far from the law
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| Enforcement they was on us tough
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| Gang unit rushing us
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| I wrote songs in my worse time
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| When I felt hopeless &suicidal
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| Close friends kept hating on me
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| Shout out to my future rivals
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| Shout out to my newest rivals
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| Who talk shit but I can’t find em
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| Mad ass fuck cause they stayed behind
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| But I don’t see em
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| I’m still grindin'
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| Life ain’t what it might seem
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| Hit the pen at 19
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| Now I’m out &I'll shoot it out
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| Gangsta shit
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| What you about?
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| My hand guns I can’t do without
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| Fuck with me &I'll pull it out
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| Shots are bangin'
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| Shots are rangin'
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| Investigation, snitches singin'
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| Telling cops where the kilos stayin'
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| Telling the cops our information
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| Talking to pops at visitation
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| On parole still debatin'
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| Pick up work still debatin'
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| Still debatin', still debatin'
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| Life ain’t what it might mean
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| I got 2 strikes
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| And I might fight three
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| If they catch me with the burner
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| Cause I got a couple fucken murders
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| Coming from the state of California
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| 1, 2, 3 strikes
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| And they will hold ya
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| You weren’t trying to do life
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| I thought I told ya
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| All that shit from being a soulja
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| You feel that? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Al Pacino , by - La Gun SmokeSong from the album AK47 Boyz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп