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Yeah, Los Angeles, "Welcome to the Terrordome" |
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City of Satan, angels can't even get along |
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No lie, my town covered in darkness |
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Hoping that the sun just shine on us |
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Rolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander |
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Into another place, I ain't tryna go down under |
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Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it |
| [00:37] |
Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent |
| [00:40] |
The good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say |
| [00:42] |
That somebody gotta die today |
| [00:45] |
Tomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment |
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Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going |
| [00:51] |
Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences |
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Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math |
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And the hood never have witnesses |
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Cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast |
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As I reflect, I start realizing I wanna |
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Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and friends |
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This ain't the way my life bout to end |
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So I'm quick to grab on my pen and |
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Give 'em something my people sure to feel |
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Give 'em something that I know is all the way real |
| [01:22] |
Just wakin' up, mind playing tricks on me |
| [01:25] |
Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie |
| [01:27] |
Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me |
| [01:30] |
Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie |
| [01:32] |
Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission |
| [01:34] |
Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the ignition |
| [01:37] |
If you banging, be serious, boys run up in your pad |
| [01:40] |
Point-blank, period, moms ain't hearing it |
| [01:43] |
Niggas said 'cuz lil nigga got blasted |
| [01:45] |
Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it |
| [01:47] |
Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping |
| [01:50] |
Caught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip and steady dipping |
| [01:53] |
Riding through the city in lights, living it trife |
| [01:55] |
Wrong intersection, ready to fight |
| [01:58] |
Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender? |
| [02:01] |
Better hope this motherfucker jam (BLAHH!) |
| [02:24] |
Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse |
| [02:26] |
I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song |
| [02:29] |
I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church |
| [02:31] |
But that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long |
| [02:34] |
I stare at the world from a righteous point of view |
| [02:36] |
And realize a crisis coming |
| [02:38] |
Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times two |
| [02:41] |
Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth |
| [02:44] |
How you feel about it? |
| [02:45] |
Man, I feel the same way as you |
| [02:46] |
It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing |
| [02:49] |
Through the bottom of my shoe and if you behind bars |
| [02:52] |
Hold your head, pause |
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And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in his waist |
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I pray the intervention is divine |
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I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in heaven |
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But earlier than expected, what the hell? |
