C-murder - Dying in My City lyrics

[MP] (gunshots) What's happening money Damn, n***a money got blasted like that f** man that sh** ain't cool dog n***as just dying in my motherf**ing city bruh It's a pity, f** it n***a was only 14 n***a This sh** real out here, f** it check this out player Can you feel it Young n***as dying in my city Hey, it's kind of sh**ty, a motherf**ing pity Young n***as dying in my city It's kind of sh**ty, a motherf**ing pity Young n***as dying in my city Hey, it's kind of sh**ty, a motherf**ing pity [C-Murder] I sit reminscing about my n***a roe My n***a joe died at the age of one four And it's a motherf**ing shame Another thug n***a k**ed in the dope game Young black men dropping like flies I seen the tears running down his baby momma's eyes An epidemic that the world can't hide Genocide n***as k**ing up they own kind Murder, murder, is something that I can't help I even had to ride on some n***as by myself I live by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun I'm paranoid, it got me on the run Will I live to see my grey hairs I don't know, cause I'm getting alot of mean stares I asked the lord to put the reaper on hold (why) Cause my young n***as dying in the ghetto Chorus [Snoop] What the f** is up, in the place to be Coming out the dirty south, is snoop D O double G Something for the street, c-murder give it up 9 time 4 5, Magic what up All the homies who are hard daddy n***as on the set Made the bigger homies upset, f** em Got in a n***as way So we jets and dope spot set appears f** the big homie, his baby momma, and his kids Who lives and gives to his b**hes on the corner 15 years old, with a gang-bang diploma Slang cane in Fermona But now my n***a game done elevated So you can catch that n***a hanging out in a Tacoma He own one Da game is to be sold not to be told But ya'll knew that, back on that gin and juice, true dat Two gats, two hoes, diamond rings and a rolls Nobody know when the doors close sh** if I ever come out (come out), I never run out (run out) n***a shot the lil homie in the face before he could pull his gun out 15 years old, what a cold way to go out (why, why) Ain't no pity in my motherf**ing city, it's sh**ty isn't it But you better mind your business, see we bust n***as like us, sh** we leaving no witness (believe it) Real, it's real my n***a getting smoked everyday, you heard me Chorus [Magic] Hold on, hold on I respect ya'll motherf**ers trying to come up just like me n***as who say f** the police if it's my time, come and get me Hustlin since my adolescence See I'm addicted to face masks and smith & wessons n***as lucky that they took me off the street in time Cause I was dressin with my weapon bout to lose my mind But I'm focused on the finer things Play the game to you dumb thugs that walk the street with no love Veins fulls of cold blood I feel your f**in pain I get your money n***a Misunderstandin create your chances of you dying quicker Keep your heat under your hilfiger I bet you knew that was a n***a When you least expect it, come and get ya Now picture I'm up and ready for the ba*tard I was too cold to be touched, I leave em frozen in a casket It's kind of sh**ty, but n***as dying in my city I ain't even got a piece of p**y, ain't that a pity Chorus [C-Murder] Motherf**ing pity ya know Rest in peace to all my young n***as that Didn't make it to see another year n***a huh Young n***as dying in my city n***a, representing ya heard me