Bo Roc - Gangsta Music lyrics

[Intro: B-Real] Yeah, gangsta music Gangsta music Yeah, gangsta music Gangsta music [B-Real] Now in this world you got the pimps, ballers, hustlers and thugs And they all run the streets and carry heat for trouble to come There ain't no guarantees for you and me for wealth and prosperity See we comin up with hustles cause we don't like charity We only tryin to eat but there's no opportunity Soon to be public enemy number one a menace of the community You're bottled up, there's nothin left to do but explode Whether you self-destruct or win it all you're destined to blow You make a right or left, when you hit the fork in the road You take a straight path, or you roll in gangsta mode There ain't no in-between unless you work for God or the law Either way, we gettin judged for all the sh** that we cause But hey it's all we knew and all we had for hustlin paper Figured I'd get it right eventually make amends with my maker I shift the blade inside the cementery too many times Thrown in the penitentiary and locked for too many crimes [Hook: Bo Roc] It's that gangstahhh (this is gangsta music) Gangsta music (that gangsta music) It's that gangstahhh (uh-huh, uh-huh you heard me, this is gangsta music) Gangsta music (gangsta music) [B-Real] On feet I'm planted firm and for a few there ain't no return We try to rise up out the gutter, some of us never will learn We take the hard way and end up in those institutions Sometimes it's in the blood and for those folks there ain't no solution My homey's momma told me you need to make a change for the better Because you'll never make it out of here, you'll be here forever Stuck in this poverty, there's gotta be another way out of it Found it in the music in spite of the people that doubted it Couldn't pull away so easy, seperation is ugly How could I pull away just knowin that the streets still love me But the love can be so deadly we ain't talkin romance Sometimes the streets they need to sacrifice, we takin a chance It doesn't matter where you're livin, every ghetto's the same The only thing that's different are these people's faces and names If I pray to God to give me strength to battle the devil Maybe I'd hit another level so I could holster my metal [Hook] [B-Real] This one's dedicated to the soldiers that made it through hell Cause a bullet never knows about the homies that fell I seen so many die right on the street from products we sell And when they smoke you all they leave behind's an empty shell It ain't worth it but I had to work it, no other choice Until I heard the voice that told me go write songs with your boys Cause if you stay behind you might be takin a trip in a hearse Because somebody's thirst for blood might end up droppin you first Because we play for keeps so what it means we're playin to win And if you'd ever been where I've been then you'd never pretend You've got to be real with homey, no pun intended And don't kid yourself, cause I don't care if you get offended If you're affiliated or solo, we all want the same thang It would be amazing if we was all in the same gang Might get persecuted at the time we movin to change thangs It's a brain game, if we never try it's a damn shame [Hook] {*scratched: "What the f** are they yellin?" - Ice Cube*}