Gospel Gangstaz - Before Redemption lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, You know uh, n***as always ask why n***as bang and thangs But uh, It ain't like a n***a bang because ain't nothin to do out here It's just a thang that's goin on out here It's reality man, Your homies get smoked, You gotta smoke some n***as for ya homies Y'all n***as gon think yo hood it's some marks in yo hood or somethin You know what I'm sayin? Don't need that on yo resume, Can't go nowhere, No respect It's all about respect out here on these streets And by all means necessary, n***as gon get it It's like all around the world it's the same song n***as gettin they bang on Straight like that, n***a lee comin from the streets And I don't know when my time gon be up Cause stuff like this happen everyday, Everyday [Sample:] Slip, Ay n***a, Where you from? Where you from? n***a this eastside n***a, This eastside! [Mr. Solo:] Shots bang like thunder, How do I keep from goin under? It's like a jungle sometimes, It makes me wonder Will I ever amount to anything good? I'm in a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood Where they got me actin like a beast I'm bailin wit my khaki's creased Ain't gots to pack a piece I'm not a animal, But my mind is caged up Remember days but, If I gotta go out, I'm goin out while my gauge bust The danger's vicious, Hard hittin for roaches Boast of a notorious mad gangsta o.g. evil ill outlaw Got this ak and I'm ready to spray like mace So don't come woofin in my face I'm ready to catch a case on you fools So bring it on if you wanna try yo luck On this young buck, Run up, And i'll serve ya like a sprung cluck How do I exit out this game bro? I'm sick of life of a hustler, It's the everyday same old Clockin ends and knockin skins like a player should Down wit my gang and slangin these thangs through the neighborhood Everybody knows me from sockin up the o.g Although I'm just a b.g They still don't wanna see me Cause I'm a young soldier, Handlin my business from my shoulders I'm waitin to catch you slippin when I'm trippin then I stole ya n***a I told ya I got the boulders in the plastic baggie I got this 44 maggie in my waist my pants is saggy I'm a banksta wit the other gangsta soldiers in my boot camp The yayo's in my palm cause I'm sick of mom shoppin wit these food stamps If anything could help me, Well my .9 could Even if it means sendin me to the pine wood Hops, I'm on the block Wit my rocks, I got my Glock co*ked Cause n***as wanna smoke me Life ain't a joke see I could move away, But soon i'll be comin back That's where my family, My hood, and my money's at What should I do? And who can I turn to? I got the feds on my back Cause they know I'm sellin crack I'm sick of bein locked up in the c.a.g.e So tell me who got the key and is he down to set me free, G? Cause any second from now, I might go crazy [Snoop Sample:] Dear God, I wonder can ya save me? [Mr. Solo:] I'm headed for an early grave, G d**h is tryin to phase me I need to make a 180 [Snoop Sample:] Dear God, I wonder can ya save me? [Chille Chill:] I'm servin at my spot clockin a fat grip Won't catch me on the black tip I'm catchin these n***as slippin and let this gat spit They smoked my loc, So I'm makin sure he dies, dies Park the hoop around the corner, Bump a drive-by I'm talkin about walkin up point blank range I handle my biz, You know what time it is ain't nothin strange The streets is do or die, It's you or i My gat's between ya eye My hand's on the trigger, I figure that i'll be do, And you'll be die n***a, Life is bout today, I have no dreams My only means of survival is these dope fiends Ya say me sellin dope is a cop-out I tryed to apply, But I'm a high school dropout Bump rap, Fat Chill ain't the one for bummin Plus pregnant woman equals baby comin It's kinda hard to leave this gang alone It's either one or the other, So I gots to get my slang on I started wit 25 off 100, Now I'm comin up It's 6 months later, And I'm the one that's dippin double up I hate seein crack babies But when it comes to money, I get evil Evil servant to my own people I'm cold hearted, Tell the judge you can't half understand I'll serve a kid if he comes wit a dump in his hand Man it's bad, I wanna be a good dad I just wanna give my baby things I never had In my heart, That's a void, I'm paranoid If I get caught wit this dope, I'm short Street life got a n***a goin crazy Jackers wanna fade me I'm too young, I ain't the one to be pushin up daisie's But soon, I'll be in the pen locked in till I'm 80 I'll never see my baby [Snoop Sample:] God, Can ya save me? [Tik Tokk:] I'm mr. town, The eastside comptown loc'sta Known to pack a strap, Beat all still call me lil holster I'm never missin, Witness caps I'm twistin Fact I got the strap and mr. town is on a mission We roll's up slow and pulls the .9 out I didn't stick around to find out I just kept dumpin as I seen n***as fallin Stumblin and crawlin My homie hit the gas, We started haulin Back in all black wit my big mac don Ready to get mine, Look in the rear view mirror, Tell me what you find Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack behind yo lap wit my strap then jack ya grip The streets gave me hate, So I'm givin it back And i'd rather jack then be on short while you sittin on facts They say be true to the game and the game'll be true to you But the game got me bailin in these county blues It's all about patrol job and ghetto swoll Ya dope ride now locked in the hole When I touch down What'll become of mr. town? Will I get my cap peeled By vengeance of the black steel In my face sealed But can a n***a get some help? Fools tryin to smoke me plus I'm thinkin of smokin myself What can I do? I don't have a clue My life is through, Ain't nobody I can turn to