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Wakin' up Hear a little baby cryin' Mom's cryin' cause pop's got his fists flyin 9 in the morning and he's drunk One day I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk A bitch layin' next me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the hoe's dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded 44 Take the money back, bottles, and head to the store In my neighborhood, your life is a dare Cause there's factories pumpin' out black air And I'm breathin' this shit everyday Livin' crazy cause I'm dyin' anyway I see this tramp hangin' under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her kids You listen' 'em cry and sob Take your sorry ass out and find a motherfuckin' job See my homies hangin' down by the liquor store 40's and their cash dice rollin' on the floor They say my friends will never be any good But the president wouldn't be shit if he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The southwest side ain't shit here, have a hit on me I guess everyone seen it Letras de cancionesWhen I slammed Jonny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit Now we never set out with out a loaded clip And we headed up to the dope rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out When he was pushed off the court He wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standin' in the bad guys shoes Payin' my dues And I don't have anywhere to be Just another street hood in the inner-city And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar so he can go fry his brains Fuck no, I push him out the way Cause that sad motherfucker ain't got shit to say My homie was known for mackin' Now they got him doin' 10 for car jackin' And I'm thinkin' that I'm next to go What the fuck, I'm already livin' death row So many out there want me dead Everbody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about? Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out That's in the past now, I ain't soft Daddy hits me today and I'm gonna blow his fuckin head off The bullets were close but missed Live my life at a risk You know J man you're right Too many motherfuckers out there are fake People need to understand that if you get hit enough times Then you start hittin' back All we are is pawns on a gameboard And if this is the way everybody's playin' Then count us in But the ICP is playin' for keeps I think I liked it better when I was a kid From Letras Mania