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Here's the situation for brothers in the ghettoLivin' in the projects it's hard to get ahead, soWhat you gotta do is be down with each otherOther fools tryin' to trip, can't trip on each otherLike a lobster in his bucket, you try to escapeYou steal, you kill, you rob, you takeClownin' on your brothers' back, one thing is a factThey're gonna be sure to push ya back in the packYou want to do a lick cause you short, you floatIf you had to blast will you pop or will you tote?187 on the head, you killed a manYou're all fired up, so you feel you in commandTry to be the baddest in the crewWhy trip on a brother that's down with you?And now I understand why you could do so'Cause you probably wasn't down from the get-goSome people they got homeboys like I doLike Stevie, Jay, Rock and the rest of the crewYo, we chill with each other and we kill with anotherAnd we never ever keep anything undercover'Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circleYou're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin' on the turf, yoThis is what they say: Cause he was with us on that dayFirst he was chillin' with his nine and A.K.The cold thing about it, we didn't see it comin'Letras de cancionesIt's cold stunnin'First we were hangin', now it's cold gunnin'What happened to the do-or-die situationWas it a complication or the conversation?In the midst with a mixed personalityPo-po brutality, flipside mentalityTo make you the weak link in your crewYou're trippin' off yourself, you wanted all the juiceYou can't faze me, cause I live my lifestyle crazyBoys in the hood wonder why I got lazy'Cause no respect and no money don't mixI like havin' kicks, so I hustle on the richI bought a gat from a neighborhood street thugA .44 mag full of .44 slugsNow it's time for robbin' niggas' hoesKickin' in do's, and leavin' prints on .44sConfused is the way I liveIt's my prerogative, cause I don't want to giveTo the people, cause I was treated like a sequelNever treated equal, now I live illegalDoin' the things that you shouldn't doBut you didn't know what I had to go throughLike trippin' on the homeboys in my crewI wanted all the juiceBrothers in this world it's so hard to be goodTo live life like it's legal and work like you shouldFirst it seem right, until one nightIt don't seem right, you don't see the lightStart feelin' like the whole world dissed youPop a big gun, and doin' self-defense tooSee, that's the prob', you learn how to robTake it back to back, as if it was a jobTeach your boys the game, the game is what it's likeBut that'll move the crew, and somethin' ain't rightYour boys ain't with you, your boys want to fightBustin' all the bones, you try to get a stripeFront on everybody cause you're headstrongWhat you're doin' ain't right, it's dead wrongFlip-flip-flip it on the flipsideYou done flipped up, committed suicideJuice is a five-letter word of corruptionFrom town to town it can start an explosionSo what we gotta do is play like a lemonSqueeze out the juice and peace among men and women'Cause envy and jealous' can ruin the landBut brothers tryin' to play God, and they job Is keepin' the world in their handsBut that's a mission that's impossibleIt'll only end up being a lotta people in the hospitalBrothers killin' and killin'Hurtin' feelings, that's illin'To be on top they was willin'But they ain't nothin' but illin'Attitude that's rude, be cool insteadBecause the black guys are in jail, or either they're deadYour grave site is waitin' for youBecause you don't think about the things that you doAll the screws in your head must be looseBecause you did ill to killYou wanted all the juice From Letras Mania