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[Verse 1:] How many hip hop niggas you know is so gangsta but ain't one Bump "Planet Rock" and got a handgun I used to break dance now they dance like they break somethin' Me? I'm just me, industry niggas stay frontin' I was born in '78 Watched crack kill the 80's, bought my first rap tape Could been Life Is or We Want Eazy I never heard a motherfucker talk so greezy Used to sneak and bump the tape when my momma would leave 11 cussin' like motherfuck, you wouldn't believe My brother bumped Guy, it was some real fly shit Especially "Piece Of My Love" when Aaron said "Dumb bitch" Had the Fila's and the Lottos with my Lee jeans on Playin' That's My Car till the lights came on Friday night's, pump it up then watched The Box Same time 'round the corner, little homie got shot [Chorus: x2] Yeah This music shit saved my life Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic [Verse 2:] Letras de cancionesHow many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but ain't one Bumped Das EFX and got a handgun I used to rock a Gumby round shirt with big pants on Step up in the house party, finna get my dance on "Ice Ice Baby" through the speakers was thumpin' Niggas diss it now, but back then it was bumpin' My momma and this music shit is all that I had Growin' up through a divorce my brother move with our dad And Due to not havin' a dime We'd have to move at least about five more times From Inglewood to S.C., Bueno Park to M.V. We picked up and moved so much I felt like a gypsy Bueno Park is where the bullshit would start Racism let me know what it means to be dark Fightin' everyday on the way to school Cause X-Clan and Chuck D told me, "Fight them fools" [Chorus: x2] Yeah This music shit saved my life Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic [Verse 3:] How many hip hop niggas you know that's so gangsta but... Awe fuck it, let me get to the point Morena Valley, dippin' bikes, might share floor space Poppin' wheelies, hit a ditch, fucked up my face Flash forward, finally we got to move back With my granny in the Pueblos with the roaches and the rats Come closer, I hope I ain't lost ya For fun I used to make 'em scatter out the dish washer Moved to Compton, that's when I heard Quik Beefin' with Eiht on "Dollars & Sense" Death Row was poppin' Snoop Dogg was rockin' West coast dominatin', everybody was jockin' Hooked up with Lee and the Hub City Committee My nigga John John and Joey taught me to get busy Around the same time my homeboys started to bang Thank God, Silicone put me on to Wu-Tang [Chorus: x2] Yeah This music shit saved my life Coulda did wrong but I was tryin' to write A lot of homies dead and gone or they facin' life For tryin' to hold them thangs while I was holdin' a mic From Letras Mania