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Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven Brothers clock dollars 24-7 Some get caught and some don't Some'll make big money, some won't Some bite the bullet the hard way Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square Livin day to day is a black man's dare Money things and jealousy's a big parta life You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife They took ya whole stack for a piece crack Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back (CHORUS) They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back Grow up in the ghetto actin savage When junkies smoked dope and murder was average How could you cope in the city of dope Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top Letras de cancionesBut you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact People don't know how to act, watch ya back (CHORUS) Walkin down the street around 12 at night Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight One pops up from outta nowhere And then another and another and another Shoulda watcha back like a soldier I told ya They're gonna getcha brotha (CHORUS) From Letras Mania