[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved
by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what
else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black
tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that
feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils
try to kill us

[ Mac Dre ]
"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
that dank to deal with the pain"

(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up
out the pen, man?)

[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops
keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta,
cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught
up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the
beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off
Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me
down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us
sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without
health care


[ Mac Mall ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a
racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my
mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
through the back window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks
gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, them devils still at my
I peep a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any
day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got
niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and
Bluebonic, man


[ 2Pac ]
Now I been called a crook, a killer, a
A no-good dealer of drugs
And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what
set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as
ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in
the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was
gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
Is there
a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death,
takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause
they dead now
My memory since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary
full of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they despise
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece
of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
the truth is

"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
that dank to deal with the pain"

Lyrics submitted by gunn687

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