| 16 years old, I’m guided by violence objective leave enemies silenced
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| Get any strap you can get put in work and avoid the sirens
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| Mamas only child’s growin' up to be wild,
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| Roamin' the streets without a smile
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| To cope she lives in denial, meanwhile
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| Crimes are committed if there’s a stripe he’s out to get it
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| Build his rep, don’t let opposites step within neighborhood limits
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| All his homiez up in it nothin' but love at the beginnin'
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| Yeah we sinnin' laughin' and grinnin' cause in our eyes we’re winnin'
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| The nights become long and crazy, days quicken the clock is tickin
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| So caught up in norte clickin' barely notice homeboyz missin'
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| Cops lockin' up fellow riderz for murders makin' 'em lifers
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| Means someone from inside is snitchin' tryin' to hang up and dry us
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| Betrayal, clouds up his brain mixed with the pain of homiez droppin' dead
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| Mama’s prayers before she hops in bed so far ain’t stoppin' lead
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| So mama’s son still runs with fighters seekin' death upon these liars
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| Randomly searchin' for hiders puttin' miles on these tires |