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Yeah...another day...Another motherf***in' dollar...But look, n****...It's how we doLivin' in the ghetto, ooh, ooh[Chorus:]Livin' life up on the cornerSlangin' rocks and smokin' weedFrom an eightball to a GWorked my way to a kiAll I can try to do is hold onCaught up in the struggleSeems the only way to beNever gone find no peaceTill the day they bury meAll I can try to do is be strongAnd n****, you can find meHangin' up on the cornerOr layin' up in the cutTryin' to get my motherf***in' money rightMy hammer right beside meAnd I really don't give a f***If somebody gotta die tonight'Cause look...n****, my pocket full of stonesLetras de cancionesIs everything I ownAnd this is all I do, all I doA n**** straight hustlin' everyday to get through, get through[Chorus]Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys'Cause when they comeThey be straight hemmin' n****s upAnd it really all about takin' that money, manIf they catch me, they better kill meAin't comin' out like no punkS***, can't let no n**** take nothin' from me, manCause look, yo...they steppin' in my zoneAnd infiltratin' my homeAnd what the f*** would you do?If a n**** straight...took ya cakeAnd tried to break you, break you[Chorus]I wish that I could let it goHow we in the struggle and hustlin' just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goI wish that we ain't have to be so canivin' just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goHow my n****s in the pen doin' time just to make it out the ghettoI wish that I could let it goI wish that genocide wasn't survivin' just to make it out the ghettoEveryday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin' to git youWhen n****s that want to put you on shirts readin', "We Miss You"Everything I been through, nothin' but issuesTired of goin' to funerals and pa**in' moms the tissueGetcha prayer in ya life, it's hard to listenWhen there ain't nothin' fair in ya lifeIt's God that's missin', that's what they be tellin' meAnd I try to wait but He be takin' so longI'll probably catch another felony, inhalin' weedKeepin' me broke, though, I slangs my cokeI probably push less weight than the trees I smokeAnd ain't no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrowCause my peers bring tears from findin' em full of hollowsI know you probably goin' through the same thingThe same pain, cause we caught up in the same gameAnd don't a damn thing change, n****, bump this song'Cause you strong and you ain't alone, n****...just try to hold on From Letras Mania