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[Intro:] As I ride through the city streets Forty-five on my lap A-K on my backseat Smokin a fat ass swisher sweet Then I ask myself, Will I survive? [Verse 1:] How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks That's that way man choose to pay his rent Shit its hard to get a job gettin out the pen Then they wonder why we right back in that bitch again Try to peace talk, and sit down like men But then theres always a friend that be like fuck them So the guns bust, and the body must fall Nothing can stop it not even Farakan balls Its a shame tho, and what I came in the game fo I really done slang dope, so really I'm thankful To be in a position to make a thug listen Aint no tellin who gon come up missin or go to prison You can run from it, try to hide it from your peers Let em hear bout it, before they go see what it is I can give it to you, tell you bout what I done did Even though Im gettin money yall this is how I live, fo real Letras de canciones [Chorus: x2] Still on the block lookin for a better way Its safe to say Im thuggin till my death day Every gangsta in the world let us all pray Then put in work homie, thug till ya death day [Verse 2:] Now everybody in the race for the first place They gave D twenty years for his first case We form gangs to protect our hood If the police could lock us all up they would But we dont trip tho, just pray to God we da picked folk Relying on side hustles to get dope Aint nobody rich, even if you workin with some millions You need more money to support your cost of livin See we dont cry in the hood no more Aint really too much I aint seen before Crackhead Fred said he'd kill for a nigga When it came down to it, he did for a nigga That don't get no realer cuz yall niggas ran You was the only man with a gun in ya hand Good thang that I dont trust a nigga with my life Fill the clip with hollow tips we ridin tonight [Chrous x2] [Outro:] Every neighborhood, every project, every block in the motherfuckin world We gotta ride niggas, its us against the motherfuckin police Aint no love, a man is only as good as his word Death is something that comes for us all What you scared fo? Nigga what you scared fo? Gangsta, holla when you see me From Letras Mania