| Damn, another year gone by. |
| Homies still locked up, couple homies resting
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| In peace, you know what I mean?
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| Born and raised through out the Southern California side
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| Raised in the streets by Gs, always had a sense of pride
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| Used to being a hand knock, breaking into pad locks
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| Smoking a drinking a little bit to wash away my bathed eyes
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| This was the life for me, bought to a society
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| The homies I came up with had a common orderiety
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| Breaking them laws, a problem with them my society
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| My father didn’t want me, understand why momma lied to me
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| They say that God blesses a child that holds his own
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| I didn’t know it, but I felt it when I held my chrome
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| Feeling alone, feeling I got the world to roam
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| And it’s hard to stay clean, when thieves surround your home
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| Growing up hard dammit, bruised, tatted, an scarred
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| My home away from home was concrete and bars
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| Living the fast life, need to stop before I crash
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| Easy come easy go, living life chasing cash
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin
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| So I guess I gotta face it
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
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| And crimes, cause only the strong survive
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| Beat another case fresh out in 98
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| Did a year of some change, but I ain’t changed I ain’t straight
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| Got an attitude that’s worst, still connect with my turf
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| Pack a little.25, or 2 clips under my shirt
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| Put some weed in diffrent sacs, hit the streets an go to work
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| Haha, that’s the way we put in work
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| That was right before the homie, Shy, got shot in the face
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| Around the same time, my homie started takin trips out state
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| Like Huey, tried and convicted as an adult
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| Homies striking out for slanging dope, an pistols assault
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| That was the rap shit, way before the rap shit started
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| Homies out on the mission, blastin hittin they targets
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| It was us against them, fuck the world if we had to
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| I remember when the homie Skills gave my first tattoo
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| Rest in peace dawg, God bless your family an all
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| I guess someones gotta answer whenever Heaven calls
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin
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| So I guess I gotta face it
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
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| And crimes, cause only the strong survive
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| Now years later in the rap game, shit ain’t changed
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| Besides a little bit of fame, shit I still live the same
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| Got a lot to lose, so now I stay in my lane
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| But still I stay connected to the homies that bang
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| Ask about me from the rap game, streets, an the system
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| Haters wanted some drama, then this heat’s what I give them
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| One of the homies grew a rat, there’s no way to forgive him
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| No excuse, you know the rules to this life that we livin
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| An it’s sad but I got the paper work to prove it
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| Mention my name in shit I ain’t had shit to do with
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| Gettin other homies caught up, dragging good names down
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| I wish I could see you now, you fuckin bitch ass clown
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| Smile on the day they catch you, let those lips run now
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| Cooperating with huras, so look what you got now
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| You never know who to trust…
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| Turn your back on them snakes, look wat they do to us
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin
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| So I guess I gotta face it
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| I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out
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| Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out
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| These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops
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| And crimes, cause only the strong survive
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| A moment for the homies who are resting in peace
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| Too the homies in the prison cells
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| Hope to see you soon homies |