(Talking)
Hey n***a
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I'm tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (In Italian)
A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my n***as
Feel me
(Verse 1)
I can't rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on d**h row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
n***as playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about d**h
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
Everyday I'm livin with stress
So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest
(Verse 2)
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for n***as
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this sh** ain't stoppin
n***as run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin AIDS from a b**h
Ain't no way to die
And everyday I'm seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My n***a Bobby k**ed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a n***a
Tryin to make the bus
But n***as stay strapped
And gats, we trust (C'mon)
Chorus
(Verse 3)
Bill Clinton in the White House
F**king hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the n***as in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember JJ got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
Infared beam on the Glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don't hear me though
(Talking)
Yeah man
It's sad you know
We ain't got no jump shot
Can't play football
We ain't got no money for college
But I see these n***as on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
n***a, I'ma get it how I live
You know
I'ma y'all young n***as some advice
Don't get greedy n***a
Get what you came for
To many n***as dying
Trying to prove something to another n***a
Be true to yourself
True to what you know n***a
Stay true to the gizzame