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IsThatTrey My spot got hit, Lil G Slim got shot on a lick Nigga, I was sick, live fast, die young, that's the life of a Crip My boy got ID'd down at the station He's still locked up and it's ten years later Free K-Swiss, Big Mansfield Gangster's That's my Loc, known him since the fifth grade On the yard where I learned to play spades Learned how to make a jailhouse shank In the tank, niggas calling out fades Win, lose or draw, can't turn down a thing When I first got shot, my mind went blank Start busting back 'til I knew I was safe A few hours later I was standing on stage Bullet wounds fresh, crowd going crazy Yeah, that South Central madness The shit I been through turnеd me into a savage If they madе a movie 'bout my life it'd be a classic No lie, I had roaches crawling on my mattress Yeah, and I wouldn't change shit If it wasn't Broadway, I wouldn't bang shit Tiny Rocc, Lil Wide, them my motherfuckin' Crips 2Eleven got me fly as shit The price keep going up every single summer How can I lose when I came in with nothing? Letras de cancionesCan I take a M and turn it to a hundred? Baby Gangster Slim straight out the hundreds Up in the spot weighing out onions Let me say this shit again, I really come from nothing Dope dealer, go getter, in the streets swinging four wheelers Dope dealer, go getter, The Innerprize Clicc run South Central What’s happening tho’ bro? Hey bro, aye a nigga got one. It’s like two tickets in that motherfucker, nigga Yeah? Nigga, on my mama nigga it’s in on When we going? Nigga, we finna go like later on tonight Oh it’s on, it’s up, i’m ready! Alright Alright From Letras Mania