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Turn me up in the headphones a little, I want everybody tohear this shitChorusThis is my confession, you can take time to listen or turnyour back on me, but this my confession, the life of atroubled child who grew up to be a gangster, look at me nowGameHow the fuck would you feel if you had to share every meal,every night with your foster brothers and sisters, I thinkabout my mom and I missed her, nights after watching theA-Team when I kissed her. I used to want to be Mr. T orMurdoc, which one was it uhhh, than I heard shots, it wascoming from a 133rd block, where them Westside piru niggasbirds pop, and the crips ain't far way you got nothing blockgray streets in the PJ's when niggas 15 years old withbeards like freeway and you can die over he say and she say.Like your cousin told my brothers baby mama that game didstarted that drama in the projects, yeah the same one thatthey said carmello got robbed at, but I talked to him hesaid it didn't happen, nigga you play ball, I be the rapper.I don't give a fuck about nba ass niggas (fuck em') anywayLetras de cancionesnigga, I aint make it nigga I play ball, nigga im jealousnigga. You don't play for the lakers anyway.ChorusLil' EazyEverybody wanna know about eazys son, till I raise my whitetee and they seen this gun, yeah the second coming of anigga with a attitude out of compton, a 100 miles miles andrunning, kelly park to the rucker they don't like me to fuckem', the shit in my blood so ima die a hustler, its nothing,when we ride through your hood busting that 6-4 impala thatsome color as mustard, eric wright junior, nigga the shoefit, never thought I be in new york fuckin' with whookid,you niggas is stupid, homie I'm the blueprint, blue chuckson me walking a blue pit, 7: 45 same blue tint, the diary ofa mad man, heres my two cents, I stared in my pops eyes whenhe was in his last days, how he go from bronchitis and diefrom aids, fuck that From Letras Mania