South Central Cartel - Made 'n' America lyrics

[ uncredited singer ] Got me livin the life Got me livin the life That I don't want to [ L.A. Nash ] Never knew life could be so f**ed up with no God to call Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball It seems the dreams we saw got burst Lit up the ammunition, won the war ???? bodies back to the Earth They say from war comes peace I say in the streets of L.A. let it begin on every corner and streets In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet Inhalin teflon shells until the d**h of me And to you devils plottin now know this Haven't forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don't miss, b**h I know it's a sin to be suicidal But the way you n***as and b**hes is trippin today is like 'f** the Bible' No hesitation like ?????, n***a, no breath Can escape Nash or the angel of d**h Lost in a world where we all feel pain The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to [ uncredited guest rapper ] I praise God for relief, this life is hell I'm trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail These n***as wanna see me or do they wanna be me If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin Got me feeling like I'm addicted to all the drama Don't know when I'mma touch the other side but I'mma ride For all my n***as that died and all the tears you cried But first things first, riders clown in this fast life Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high Money, b**hes and j**els until we die Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked Scandalous homies'll turn they back and have your a** jacked It's a fact, n***as stack to be the mack When it's on it's on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to [ Young Prodeje ] The streets got a young n***a cold The streets'll make a young n***a old Sell your soul to get parole It didn't take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can't survive Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, f**in b**hes, buyin gold Tellin my little homies if it's the life they wanna go My n***a Lucifer'll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul But you don't need that, it don't matter where you go So I'mma ball while I'm here, roam this western hemisphere Livin this life I don't wanna live but I ain't ready to leave here [ Prodeje ] I almost lost my soul to the .44 So many n***as ficticious and quick to getcha if you don't know Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest n***as'll fade you Better watch your sh** cause it be crackin somethin major All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord Nobody falls, so many homies fell though And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though You never know when it's yo time to go Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow Got me livin the life That I don't want to