Verse 3
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep,
throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from
tha jeep, then leave you in tha back of your seat, face
down in a pool of blood, resting in peace, mark of the
beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased, bullets
flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets,
It’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dieing and
got collect calls from tha prison, twice a day, inside
tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars, pimps,
and curb servers and golden state warriors, that ya gotta
be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life,
in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to
get mail, where destiny is hell, You should a known gangstas
never retire, It’s blood, blood out, hommie, devils
a liar.
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Verse 3
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep, throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep, then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood, resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased, bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets, It’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dieing and got collect calls from tha prison, twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars, pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail, where destiny is hell, You should a known gangstas never retire, It’s blood, blood out, hommie, devils a liar.
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep, throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep, then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood, resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased, bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets, It’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dieing and got collect calls from tha prison, twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars, pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail, where destiny is hell, You should a known gangstas never retire, It’s blood, blood out, hommie, devils a liar.